LEGO Building is Primordially Satisfying

There’s something about building with your hands

A.J. Bryant

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Photo by Dan Burton on Unsplash

Building LEGO is going back to our core human roots.

LEGO are plastic bricks from a Danish company famous and popular across the globe.

Some of you may have played with them in childhood. Others are re-discovering them as parents. Maybe you’ve always loved them and never been without them.

Whether you ever used them, you’ve seen them, read about them, or stepped on them (ouch!)

They are a great tool for young kids to foster creativity and imaginative play. Or a wonderful option for adults to relax and unwind.

Returning to LEGO after a 30-year hiatus, the first set I bought was RMS Titanic. As a Titanic obsessive, I bought an enormous LEGO build of the ship.

Everything about the kit was massive. The 9,000-plus pieces came in 46 numbered bags.

I spent about one month, assembling one bag per evening. It was cathartic, relaxing and restful.

LEGO Titanic has about 1,000 pages of directions. They were not complicated. I had to pay attention. But it wasn’t a mentally taxing exercise.

There was a sense of satisfaction, because I used my brain, and held tactile objects. All to complete a beautiful representation of one of my favorite subjects.

Upon finishing, I realized something else; I’d created something lasting with my hands.

It sits on my highest shelf, in our living room. It’s a gorgeous display, which everyone comments about when they visit. And it’s mine. I poured hours into building it.

The futility of modern ‘work’

Like many, my day job requires a computer and constant emails. At day’s end, I haven’t ‘created’ anything lasting. I certainly don’t bring something forth into the world with my hands.

There’s impermanence and a general sense of futility when I close my computer nightly.

I’m not saying LEGO will last forever, but it will survive a good while.

One of the reasons why it’s expensive is because plastic will exist for a long time. It will survive…

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A.J. Bryant

Adopted from Kerala. I write about adoption, my intercultural marriage, and contemporary India. Prawns are my love language.