A
serious discussion happened between a boy and his father. They were talking
together about their impression about life. The boy started the conversation by
asking his father about life.
His father answer it
wisely,
“Life
is the nicest gift given by God to me.”
The boy wanted to know
more about life. He asked his father again,
“What kind of happiness that you feel, Dad?”
His father was not
answer that question, but he asked a question to his boy,
“Still you remember about your experience two years
later?”
The boy shouted
immediately,
“Of course, Daddy!”
The father replied it
also,
“If there was no camera at that moment, what kind of
tools that you can use to keep it?”
The boy thank for a
longer time,
“Yeah, I know dad. The answer is my life. My life is my
own camera that could save some bitmaps of my experience, and, it’s
unforgettable, Daddy.”
A nice smile grew at
the father’s lips,
“Now, you are opening your mind about life, boy.”
The boy was giving his
respond to his father’s statement,
“Life is not as flat as a bilge, Dad,”
The father replied,
“Can you tell me more about it, son?”
The boy started to
explain his statement,
“As I analyze from all of my experience, I conclude that
life is very colourful. Sometimes it can gives us the happiness, but sometimes
the sad condition would also colour our life. True life is when we can survive
and face all of the obstacles. More, I think the obstacles are not my problem,
Dad. The obstacles are likely to be my stepping stone to reach my own star at
the sky. Is that true, Dad?”
The father answered his
son question,
“Hmm… that’s true, boy. But, you should remember a thing
in your life. Ovation isn’t the most important thing that you need to be a
survivor of life. Sharing is the absolute thing that you should sow in your
life.”
The boy asked a
question for his father,
“So, what is your advice for me, Dad?”
The father replied it,
‘Don’t be a bigot. It will kills you without your
attention. Just be yourself and face your entire problem wisely. Don’t forget
others.”
The dog barks loudly. The clock was showing at eleven
sharp of night. The countryside was already quiet. They ended their conversation
that night. They slept, but not an ordinary sleep. It was the sleeping of hope,
charging the day and renews the soul for the next adventure.
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This is my short story about life. I hope we can learn the values imply at this story. Give your comment, please :D
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