Do we fall in love with a beautiful face but end up settling for the face next to that one? Is it because we were afraid to pick the right face of the shelf from the store of random faces? What does it take for us to just go for it? Do you know a store from where I can buy some courage? The courage to take a step forward, my feet feel frozen to the ground. Is there a blow torch of faith that reminds me that it will all turn out alright because God has a plan for me? But right now my feet are frozen and the cold is spreading up to my knees and I am afraid soon I will be an ice sculpture. If I become a sculpture will anyone come and visit me? Will anyone even know that it is me? Will my friends miss me? Will the warmth from their hug turn me back to flesh or will I remain in the permanent form of ice sculpture? Will I thaw in spring? Or will I cease to exist? In other words, am I perennial, annual or evergreen? Will I come back every late fall and leave early spring? Will I cease to exist once temperature rises and never come back to flesh form? Will I stay as an ice sculpture throughout the year even when the temperature is over 100 degrees, the ice sculpture survives? If I will be an evergreen ice sculpture, will people lick me for luck and resilience? Will dogs pee on me? It would be interesting if people see me as a sign of resilience, because lack of resilience is what makes me an ice sculpture in the first place. Isn’t it silly that people make up stories to make life more interesting? On another note, will they charge public tickets to see the freak ice sculpture? Will I still be fat? Will they use me to shoot the “Before” picture of weight loss pills and use some skinny girl ice mold for after? Will I be the talk of the town? Will anyone even notice a fat ice sculpture? There is snow everywhere. Who is going to notice ice in the middle of snow? They say impurities in water causes the white streaks in ice cubes. If so, I will be a white ice sculpture not a clear sculpture lost in the background. Will stupid people come at me with club and hit me? If so, will I break? Will there be a competition to see who can break me? Will I break at the first try? If so, there will not be a competition. It will be over before it even begins. I hope I will be like Mjolnir – only the worthy one can break me. Unfortunately, knowing myself, I know that a toddler’s plastic bat is all I need to break and dogs will pee all over me. The most interesting thing that can happen will be if the temperature drops enough, a dog’s wiener may get stuck frozen on me. It would be hilarious and sad. I hope someone will pour hot over and release the dog. 

I will stand there while the world passes by. This will not be a new feeling for me though. There could be a war and eventually the sculpture will be forgotten. The hashtags will die down and be forgotten until ice sculptures at events become cool again and there will be a new article about a freak natural ice sculpture and guess what, people will be flocking to see me again. There will be new stories about how this sculpture came into existence. The new story will be similar but not the same as the old one. But the truth will never be told because truth is boring. It is boring to say that a woman became an ice sculpture because I lacked the courage to take a step forward. This will keep happening like a playlist on a loop – history repeats itself until time ceases to exist.