Dr. Awkward

Mortar

I am important. I’m like mortar.

Everyone always looks at the bricks of a house and marvels at their beauty and strength…but, really, those bricks wouldn’t be able to stay together were it not for the mortar. Mortar bonds things together; mortar makes separate things one.

But what’s sad is that the part of a house that starts cracking first after the foundation loses its solidity is the mortar. It doesn’t take long after the foundation loses a bit of stability for the mortar to start chipping and splitting. Crumbling. Falling apart, even as the bricks carry on about their business without a care in the world. Until everything comes crashing down.

Down.

I think the mortar cracks first because no one appreciates it. Maybe if someone told it that it was important, that it was worthwhile, that it had a purpose, that without it everything would fall apart…then maybe it would have a little bit more strength and would be able to withstand the strain of a slightly unstable foundation. It would be able to keep it together when something went wrong instead of disintegrating at the most minor disruption.

I am important. I’m like mortar. I bond things together. I make things whole. I’m a crucial component of construction. I’m just not valued. People don’t understand how pivotal I am because I’m constantly being upstaged by bricks.

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