Nestled upon a rather large stretch of beach on the Atlantic Coastline sat an attractive house. Its precious two story frame, covered in elegant windows faced the white sandy beach with a sort of false confidence. Your house was painted to near perfection and all indications pointed to its construction being flawless. Every window was placed with an intention, every door positioned right, every porch had a meaning, and every angle correctly set so the sun would cast immaculate shadows. It was and is the envy of all the other houses on that particular strip of beach. Although they would not openly admit such a thing, but their jealous exteriors were exceptionally easy to perceive.
The interior was just as perfect, actually it absolutely was even more beautiful. The layout was grand, as if it demanded the minds of a thousand architects. The walls led in an elegant fashion passing souls in and out of spacious, luxurious rooms. Expensive furniture and fixtures adorned every square inch, items so rare they cannot be purchased any store. The paint coordinated and pleased all moods, allowing for smiles every 2nd, every day. No other house compared, no house would ever compare.
One day, per day that was no more special than other, a humble, modest carpenter traveled across the sands toward the house. No one knows why he was walking such a path that day, but non-e the less his footprints do not lie. The carpenter had an easy method about himself, not specially great at any skill attributed to the typical handyman. Nevertheless , his work was of the very important kind and often went unnoticed with the sting that only comes with a not enough appreciation. Most would inform you the carpenter is naive, foolish if you will, but he knew what was going on, he knew to well what was going on. The carpenter often wished the phrase, “ignorance is bliss” would drape it self upon him. He wasn’t that lucky, or maybe that he was that lucky. Luckily and especially for this house, he understood his duty was more important that any gratitude. So , that he continued to travel the lands, letting an unseen force guide the path of his worn feet.
He was taken aback by the angelic qualities found inside the house. Such work he had never seen before or at least in this complete form. Glimpses and pieces, yes he had seen before, but never assembled in such a way as this. The carpenter had to simply take his time exploring the interior for there were so many crowded around. Some were conversing, other relaxing, and a great many were dancing. People who were dancing had audacious looks in their eyes, which went well with the sparkle of their wine glasses. It took the carpenter hrs to fully enjoy every aspect of your home. At times he was very nearly pushed out the door, for the partying nearly drove him to start his travels once again. But such a house is so rare; it was worth enduring such trivial annoyances to experience this house.