“What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn’t come every day.”
― George Bernard Shaw, Pygmalion
Greek mythology fascinates me. With its unique catchy names and captivating myths. Recently I came across the story of Pygmalion which got me thinking some serious thoughts.
Pygmalion was a sculptor who once carved an ivory statue of a woman. The statue turned out to be so incredibly beautiful that he fell in love with it. The statue then came to life, they got married and lived happily ever-after.
The creator falling in love with its creation. Creative genius, I would say! How does one come up with a story like that?
But isn’t it all a bit too vain? Sure the sculptor was able to create the perfect looking woman, but what about her character and personality? That cannot be sculpted as per one’s will. Are we to assume that she was the perfect woman, in every sense of the word?
Or perhaps, he loved her, flaws withal. That would make it a more relatable tale. Loving something that is imperfect. Yes, I could live with that.
Come to think of it, doesn’t we all have a Pygmalion within us somewhere, deep down? When we love something we tried out – be it a new recipe or a new art piece? Irrespective of it being perfect or imperfect.
As long as we are happy with what we have created, we will always derive satisfaction from making something uniquely ours. Not to mention the encouragement that comes along with it to create more of what we love. Which is always good. For which, we have our “inner Pygmalion” to thank for, as cheesy as that sounds.
Granted it’s not the same as falling in love with someone, but isn’t it a slight variation of the same theme? With so many adaptations of this particular Greek mythology out there, I don’t see an issue in adapting it to our inner self.
Adapting it as something that inspires and motivates us to create more at every opportunity. As something that shows us we can love what we create, good or bad. And that whatever we create can be perfect in our eyes. That, and that alone matters.
After all, as quoted above, what is life but a series of inspired follies.