epiphany

I feel like I am out of deep thoughts and funny stories of the random day to day events that I find outrageously humorous. Its not that they aren't happening... maybe I've just been too consumed with a life that is dictated to me by society and have forgotten that I am not obligated to live life that way. Or maybe the things that are happening in my life are just a little too close to that vulnerable spot in my heart that I just can't explain to everyone. I remember hearing that a fantastic sculptor can look at a piece of marble and see beyond the chunk of stone to something magnificent beyond the rough exterior. They said life could be like that... where the 'Artist' is chipping away at those pieces and rough spots that don't belong on the masterpiece he is creating. I sometimes wonder if I could only just see my life like the artist, then maybe I wouldn't fight the chipping and sanding of life as much as I do. I'm not made of stone, the chisel and sand paper sometimes really hurt... and leaves me wishing I could know what the end product might look like and look forward to seeing life's masterpiece's amidst the works in progress.