The Welder

 

Life, as the all sudden all complex paradox that it is, lead us to complex situations all the time, whether is our fault or not, we can withstand some of those, some others can only be spoken in riddles, Hence the story of the welder:

Once upon a time, there was a young welder named Chimæra, who's name had been chosen by his parents to describe a mythical creature with parts taken from various animals, to describe him as composed of disparate parts and perceived as wildly imaginative, implausible and dazzling. He was a very skilled welder, and he loved his work. He loved the feeling of the heat on his skin, the smell of the welding rods, and the sound of the arc as it fused the metal together. He loved the challenge of creating something new from raw materials, and he loved the satisfaction of seeing his work come to life.

One day, Chimæra was welding on a bridge when he saw a beautiful cat like woman walking by. He was immediately smitten, and he followed her to comply to his curiosity. He eventually worked up the courage to talk to her in a way only cats understand, and they hit it off right away but then he realized that it was no other being but Bastet herself, the goddess who's name meaning remains uncertain. She liked him and shortly after they started dating, and they quickly hit that spark, life as usual, takes the best of irony and plays it into action.

Chimæra and Bastet, were very happy seeing each other. They loved spending time together, and they loved talking about their work, amongst other things. They both understood the passion that went into their work, and they respected each other's dedication, although it was very tough for them to keep separated.

One day, Chimæra and Bastet were working on a project together. They were welding a large metal frame, and they were both very focused on their work. They were so focused that they didn't notice the sparks from the welding rods flying around, one of the sparks landed on Bastet's dress, and it started to burn. Chimæra saw what was happening, and he quickly put out the fire. Bastet was unharmed, but she was shaken up.

Chimæra and Bastet's spark was like welding. It was hot, it was intense, and it required a lot of skill and dedication. But it was also beautiful, and it created something new and lasting, leading us to the ultimate question:

Is everything that you're doing in life sparking like Chimæra's welding? or are you simply looking at sparks come and go, because you have to? Food for thought.