I found this poem and thought it needed to be shared. Funny, how all too often we un-knowingly can build stumbling blocks for ourselves. I want to concentrate on building more stepping stones!
Isn't it strange how princes and kings,
and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
and common people, like you and me,
are builders for eternity?
Each is given a list of rules;
a shapeless mass; a bag of tools.
And each must fashion, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block, or a Stepping-Stone.
by R. L. Sharpe