Sculptures

And so it happened in the summer of 2006 , that a hazel eyed 27 year old was spending a sunnny day that would have made Van Gogh proud ..indoors..in Barnes and Noble studying for a test .

So 2 Mochannios and 20 critical reasoning questions later ..she still hadnt found a critical reason for all her silly mistakes ..and was looking a little frustrated..so she decided to take a break and read her "other" book ..a book on greatest sculptures of our times.

This really old couple was sitting next to her ..she'd noticed because the wife had some really pretty indian looking earings ( dont ask how she'd noticed ..its a girl thing ) ..and the husband leaned over and said
" is that calculus ?" ...so she told him ..naa ..nothing that fancy ..just an aptitude test ..so he asked her "how it was going " ...and she told him the truth she'd not told reecently .."that it was not going well at all ..that she felt like one IQ point less and she'd might as well have been a grasshopper ..that even on her best days ..she was close to reading a book for dummies ..because she was the dummy " ..
anyways ...so he told her " well ..you are here on a beautiful day like today ..giving up all that sunlight ..and thats got to count for somthing right "

..so she said I guess so ..and didnt sound convinced at all .

Then he asked her why she was reading the book on sculptures ..was it to stimulate the right and left side of her brain at the same time .
She said yes ! ..She would try anything now ..to make it work ..

So he told her something that would sustain her through the next life probably ..
He said .." well ..the secret is to keep working at it , Imagine ..if Life didnt have its problems and frustrations ..imagine if life wasnt hard ..if it wasnt like a rock ..we could keep chiseling away ..but we'd never make any sculptures ..One day you are going to make a beautiful sculpture .."

She smiled and thanked the heavens for sending a messenger once again when she was about to wander .

Life I guess is like clay , We can mould it and bend it and shape it into what we want it to look like ...but without passing through fire a few times ...its shape and form is just as fragile as a reflection in the water that we can keep looking at ..but cant touch .

All stories have an end ..and this is where this one does.