Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Pensil dan Pemadam
Kisah ni di petik dari wall seorang rakan facebook saya : Abdullah Bin AbdulRahman
Kisah ini saya dapat dari rakan universiti, dialog antara pensil dan pemadam diikuti pengajarannya.
Pencil: I'm sorry !
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me.
Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it.
But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.
Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one,
I'm actually happy with my job.
So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
______________________________
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.
They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.
Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.
Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse),
but parents are still happy with what they do for their children,
and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I've been the pencil.
And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.
For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
____________
We never know the love of our parents for us until we have became parents
Zaharuddin.net
Kisah ini saya dapat dari rakan universiti, dialog antara pensil dan pemadam diikuti pengajarannya.
Pencil: I'm sorry !
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me.
Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it.
But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.
Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one,
I'm actually happy with my job.
So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
______________________________
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.
They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.
Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.
Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse),
but parents are still happy with what they do for their children,
and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I've been the pencil.
And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.
For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
____________
We never know the love of our parents for us until we have became parents
Zaharuddin.net
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