The Triangle Lego: a story

There once was a lego piece that was a triangle, instead of a square.

She knew that she had intentionally been made a triangle for some purpose, but no one had told her what. And she had never seen any other triangles around the brick box.

And every day, the kids would come and play with the legos. And every day, she would watch all the square and rectangular pieces get put together, to make beautiful houses and ships, models and skyscrapers. And all those special pieces, the ones that created slopes or curves, would be put on top of them to make them even more beautiful. But she...she would never fit - she couldn't be put next to another piece without creating an ugly gap.

Every once in a while, some kid would pick her up and try to fit her in. But she never did, not quite - no matter how hard the kid shoved, and how hard she tried to help, no other piece could sit comfortably next to her. Sometimes they would fit her on the top of a tower or a boat, and for a few moments, she thought she finally belonged. But it was always on the top. All the other pieces were nestled closely together, enjoying each others' company. She, because of the way she had been made, never could.

Gradually, she began wondering if she hadn't been placed in the wrong set. Maybe she was in the wrong box. Or maybe she had just been made wrong - a faulty piece.

Eventually, she stopped trying to fit in. She sat in the box, avoided the hands of the kids reaching in for pieces. She stopped trying to grow an extra corner and become a square - she knew she never would be. Instead, she amused herself with other activities - creating her own ideas for projects made of squares, and building huge skyscrapers in her mind. They were beautiful skyscrapers.

And sometimes, at night, when none of the kids were around, she would tell the squares of her ideas. And they were willing to follow them, at times. Every night, they would make real the skyscrapers of her dreams, and she regarded them with pride as her projects, her ideas. But she was never a part of those skyscrapers. She could only direct them.

And she wanted so badly to be part of one herself.

It was hard, not to consider herself a failure, a factory mistake. But every time she looked at the box she had come from, she saw a picture of her, right along with the pictures of all the other pieces. And so she knew that she was not a mistake. She had been made this way for a purpose. She was intentional. She just had to find out what her purpose was.

Her picture, along with the symbol "x2." That had always puzzled her. She had searched and searched for the other triangle, and had never found it. But she knew that there was one. Someone just like her. Someone she could click with. And somehow, she knew that they would eventually meet. And she looked forward to that meeting, with all her heart.