I arrived at my
classroom before the class start. I sat on my chair facing my table. I noticed
some winged creatures beneath the plastic covering the surface of my table.
They are winged ants who were trapped inside the plastic cover. My heart was
saddened in pity of these little creatures. They are worker ants in old age.
They are in these last moments of life to have their magnificent flight and
dance with the lights the night before they die. But since they were trapped,
they were not able to utilized the long awaited appearance of their wings after
having work so hard all their lives.
There
is no such loneliness and disappointment in such experience. To have wings but
were not used in flying until their gone. Wings by which you have worked so
hard just to have them, by which you endured all the necessary disciplines and
sacrifices in exchange of them. Wings that you have fought for just to won
them. After enduring all the weights and loads of submission and obedience to
authorities just for them. After living such life of utmost values and
abstinence even up to depriving your own self with the happiness and cheers of
youth. Those wings were the reason why
you did not give up despite of the difficulties of the road and path you took.
Then after all, you’ve found out, they were not meant for flying but just to
fall on the ground and be lost in the dust of the earth?
It
indeed caused me so much sadness. Knowing that these ants have whispered
something in my thoughts beyond what the real ears could hear and understand.
As I looked at them falling on the floor one by one, while trying to flap their
little wings. But their wings were dropping one by one too. My heart was filled
with pity. But just like what I have said, they have told me something. A
lesson that I need to think over and over. They said “You’re not an ant like
us, don’t waste your wings. Fly high as you can... just flap them over and over
...never be tired...just keep going.”
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