Dear DIEary,
“Hey do you believe in try and try until you succeed?” She said while fidgeting the plant pot between her legs.
I looked at her “ Don’t you mean try and try until you die?” My eyes shifted towards the plant.
A small laugh escaped her mouth “ silly, no one wants to die with wasted efforts you know. They all want to witness how their seeds that they planted will grow.” She waved her hand as if dismissing that subject. “ back to the topic. So do you believe?” Her eyes now directly looking at me as if searching for some answers.
“I..” I started to feel uncomfortable because of how she stared at me. “ I think that normally.. well… I mean there’s no assurance that you’ll succeed right? No matter how many times you try or fall down, there’s a huge possibility that you’ll have wasted efforts. So in short. I don’t believe in it.” I let out an awkward laugh to make this conversation more comfortable.
With eyes still gleaming for more answers she fought back. “ but there’s a huge possibility also that you might succeed you know. Don’t just easily decide like that.” She rolled her eyes as if she’s making me understand that there’s a flaw in what I said.
I abruptly snatched the plant from her and I positioned it on my lap “ As you can see. There’s a thing we call limits. No matter how hard you try there will be a time that you’ll feel exhausted and will start to question your decision. No matter how much you believe in yourself. There will be a time that… that belief that you hold so tight between your hands, will start to crumble and turn to dust.” I took a deep breath and I payed more attention to the plant.
“ Look at this plant. No matter how much you put effort to water it daily and bask it in the sunlight. When someone would trip over it and spilled the soil. There are some soils that you can’t put back the way they were positioned. Think about that. The cycle repeats itself. Now. Imagine how the plant will look like? It will die. The foundation that supported the plant had decreased to a whole level. That the plant had withered, carrying your wasted efforts” I said the last word with a shaking voice.
I looked at her and I saw how her usual smile turned into a frown. How her eyes that was gleaming in joy, now covered with moist.
It looks like she wanted to tell me something but decided to stay quiet. Maybe because she knows that what I said was something personal and I said it not to have a reply but to reach an understanding.
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