The outcome of undettered hope

The solitary sculptor was indulged in an unshaped rock which looked useless, no one expected him to turn the rock into an artefact of beauty. He worked day and night chiseling the formless rock, acquainting it to the sun, snow and rain. He did no other job, touched no other stone but the one which he had before his eyes. No one looked up to his work to as he wasn't one of the best, and there were the better rest. A few days passed, and one or two looked at his piece in hope, he gave nothing but disappointment in their face. He chiseled, chiseled and chiseled with skill and the rock was the only thing he could see. During midnight at his hardest strike, the rock gave way to a lovely bride, the best piece of art which reflected perfection at every stature. He dropped to his knees and stared at it with tearful eyes filled with joy and pride, which would remain forever in the pages of his life.