Today, after many days, I have found a few moments to pen some thoughts down again. This afternoon my children attended a party at a local hardware store. It was quite a unique setting. There were a real hammer, real nails and pieces of real wood involved- so all in all the excitement was understandable. As they spent some quality time under the warm sun; hammering nails into blocks of wood to build a sail boat and a bird house I watched and reminisced my engineering-school days. How times have changed...
The first time I held a real hammer and nail and had the liberty to work on pieces of wood all on my own was in my late teens. My children are fortunate to have the same experience at a much earlier age thanks to the creative minds of Home Depot. From Lego pieces to carpentry, my children are starting to grasp the concept of how things are built. This concept could easily have been taught to them through books and other media. But would they have ever understood what it felt to hit a finger instead of the head of the nail? Or for that matter would they have ever appreciated the effort that goes into hand-made objects? Or the pride that comes from building something by hand? I doubt it.
Experience counts ten times more than any chapter in any given book. It helps build a foundation stronger than any cement block. It makes us who we are and helps us understand a situation better than anyone else. And with the experience comes the understanding and the appreciation of a task/situation without any preconceived judgement. In life, we must thus strive to experience everything but expect nothing...
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