A Greek myth
Once upon a time there was an artist. His name was Pygmalion. He was a good sculptor. Pygmalion was a perfectionist.
One day, Pygmalion was sculpting. He was sculpting the image of a woman.He sculpted two long legs. They were beautiful, but Pygmalion was not satisfied.
He continued. Pygmalion sculpted two arms. They were beautiful… but Pygmalion was not satisfied.
Pygmalion sculpted a chest, then a face. He sculpted and re-sculpted. He was a perfectionist. Night and day, he sculpted. Pygmalion was obsessed.
Eventually, the statue was 100% perfect. Pygmalion named his creation, Galatea. Pygmalion loved Galatea. Pygmalion said, “Galatea, I love you!” But Galatea was a statue. Pygmalion was sad and lonely.
One day, Pygmalion said a prayer to Aphrodite. Aphrodite was the goddess of love. He told her: “Aphrodite, I’m in love with a statue. Help me, please.”
Aphrodite had pity on Pygmalion. He was so sad. Finally, Aphrodite transformed the statue. She transformed the statue into a human.
Pygmalion looked at Galatea. She was beautiful, but now she was a real person. Pygmalion said, “Thank you, Goddess! Galatea, I love you!”
Galatea said, “I love you too.” The couple got married and lived happily ever after.