A young girl walked into a thrift shop admiring all the oddities and long forgotten treasures when an empty glass box caught her eye. It sat on the top shelf with a sign that read "See cashier for price." She made her to front to find the cashier, an aged with a face full of tales and eyes filled to the brim with life.
"The box over, up on the shelf what is in it?" The young girl asked.
"The spirit of the woman." He looked over the top of his glasses and smiled the smile of a keeper of secrets.
"How much is it?"
"It is priceless, it's something you can't buy." He said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yea you can't buy it because there is nothing in it!"
"Ah you see the spirit of the woman is something you can't take and put in a box. Somethings you cant tame"
"Then why is it here, something you cant buy or catch? It is just an empty box on a shelf." The young girl defiantly crossed her arms.
"It is passed on from mother to daughter, it's a part of you. It is your driving force. It is what keeps pushing you forward. Never satisfied always needing to be more, do more."
"It sounds hard to please."
"No, not hard to please. Never being satisfied means knowing you can be better and making it happen. There will be a time you will sacrifice your comfort to become more."
"What if I don't have enough of this woman's spirit?"
"Aye that won't be a problem. Each girl, each woman has it in her and when she see her sister in need of encouragement, of help, of engery, comfort you name it she lends a piece of her own."
"I think mine is broke or lost." She cast eyes down to the floor.
"Never broken or lost. Only sleeping, it will awaken just you wait."
"How do I wake her? I need to know?" Her eyes stared up at him hungry for knowledge.
"My dear, you just did and now you will be unstoppable. Now go into the world and conquer it."
J.D. DARBETH
