The shape of life Once upon a time a sculptor was working bent over a piece of rock, when a child appeared in his workshop. The child asked him, “What are you looking for?” The sculptor answered, “Wait, and you’ll see.” The child came back a couple of days later and felt surprised when he found the perfect and beautiful figure of a horse instead of the rock. He then turned to the sculptor and asked, “How did you know there was a horse in it?” Some people believe that life is like that rock, and each of us the sculptor responsible for the shape it takes during its curse. In other words, we have our destiny in our own hands. Even though there is much truth in this way of thinking, I think things are a bit more complicated. For instance, not everyone is born with the necessary tools to turn life into a work of art, especially in a world full of inequities such as ours. Besides, many times, even though we possess the right tools, it is hard to figure out shape that life should take. Anyway, I still think it is a nice story and can help us to become more conscious that, no matter how hard the situation in our lives might be in a specific moment, we still are the only artist that can shape it. So, we should better take a chisel and a hammer, and start working diligently. Who knows what might happen.