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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. Just keep move on =)
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.
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. Just keep move on =)
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.
Kisah di atas, aku ambil dari forum keluarga besar kami di facebook. Kisah ini dituturkan oleh adikku Auliya Rahman Almascaty. Dari ceritanya, kisah ini dia peroleh dari temannya.
Dan darri kisah itulah, aku merasakan aura sentuhan bathin yang dalam. In the deep of my heart. Dan aku sadar bahwa orang tua nggaka akan ada selamanya untuk kita. Dan mereka juga mengetahui hal itu. Maka, segala segala kesalahan kita selalu berusaha dia benahi kembali. Nasihatnya. Kadang amarah mereka itu berlandaskan kasih sayang, hanya agar kita menjadi lebih baik.
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Sunggh kisah ini inspirasional bukan???
ya ... sungguh cerita yang luar biasa diantara cerita2 yg laen, perlu diri kita berrefleksi dengan hal yg paling sederhana trima kasih saudaraku :)
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