As hours passed, I grew completely exhausted As my eyes looked to floor, it did become my cynosure And in my surprise, the brownish surface It turned to sweet red, roses were in bed. I wanted to lay down, let tiredness be gone Let me devour the beauty of the floor.
Last last week, we, I and my fellow classmates, spent most of our time during classes practicing our speech choir. "We have to win." That's the goal which in our minds was inculcated. Our determination were fired. We had to prove our class worthy. Due all of this, rehearsals were ceaseless. Boundless energy and enthusiasm were given and shown. Without a shadow of doubt, this made everyone knackered at the end. Left all of us drenched in sweat. I looked down on to the floor. On account for extreme tiredness, I severely wanted to lay down on there as if it was a bed of roses that its appearance excited my nerves. After few minutes, I can't resist it anymore. I lied down on the floor, disregarding how I look from others' eyes. If felt like the floor sipped the stinky fluid out of my stinky body. Lying down quiescently, I felt so relaxed.
In reality, when we are in overmuch in need,
simple things that we did not find valuable before becomes precious in our eyes. So precious that we end up begging for it at some points. Let's have a well known scenario. A meal was offered to you. Say it was 'good.' The next time around, you were starving. Your stomach growled loud enough for you to recognize the starvation you were experiencing. And you were given the same meal - cooked with the same ingredients and process. However, it tasted 'better.' Not because there was something added on the meal because there was actually none. But it was because you were starving. You were in need that made the meal even tastier and yummier. Another scenario. When you don't appreciate the presence of your friends in school, once they are gone, you'll start to feel so left out, lost and unloved. So even when the most considered dud in your school pays attention to you, it is possible that you'll get hooked to his or her friendliness, and friendship between you and him or her will be formed. Sometimes, it takes some sufferings and losses for us to appreciate the simple matters. For us to realize how great and important things and persons around us are. But sometimes, do we really need to place ourselves in the midst of suffering for us to feel blessed and loved? Because sometimes we are already receiving blessings and love. There's just something lacking from us; appreciation.
By the way, back to the speech choir of ours, we won.
In reality, when we are in overmuch in need,
simple things that we did not find valuable before becomes precious in our eyes. So precious that we end up begging for it at some points. Let's have a well known scenario. A meal was offered to you. Say it was 'good.' The next time around, you were starving. Your stomach growled loud enough for you to recognize the starvation you were experiencing. And you were given the same meal - cooked with the same ingredients and process. However, it tasted 'better.' Not because there was something added on the meal because there was actually none. But it was because you were starving. You were in need that made the meal even tastier and yummier. Another scenario. When you don't appreciate the presence of your friends in school, once they are gone, you'll start to feel so left out, lost and unloved. So even when the most considered dud in your school pays attention to you, it is possible that you'll get hooked to his or her friendliness, and friendship between you and him or her will be formed. Sometimes, it takes some sufferings and losses for us to appreciate the simple matters. For us to realize how great and important things and persons around us are. But sometimes, do we really need to place ourselves in the midst of suffering for us to feel blessed and loved? Because sometimes we are already receiving blessings and love. There's just something lacking from us; appreciation.
By the way, back to the speech choir of ours, we won.
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