A lovely dialogue between a pencil and an eraser:
Pencil: You know, I'm really sorry.
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry, 'cause you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a
mistake, you are always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes
vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller everytime.
Eraser: That's true, but I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. Iwas made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though,
one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a
new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate
seeing you sad .
Happy to have seen this little story, I guess my life becomes more
meaningful because of it.
As I think of it, I have been a pencil for my passed years, writing down
everything I wanted, some of which was not quite right or even was a mess.
But I've got many erasers behind, correcting my mistakes at cost of
sacrifying themselves, and always pushing me forward. Thank you, Mum
and Dad, you've raised me up when I am down. Thank you, my teachers,
you've taught me the meanings of life, let me be a hopeful tree from a little
sunflower. Thank you, my friends, you've supported me whenever I am in
trouble. Thank me myself, too. I have been searching on the road of life and
grow up totteringly day after day. Even though I am not successful nor rich, I
am optimistic to be a brave pencil.
Now I am an eraser, gotta feedback my parents, requite my teachers, help
my friends and continue growing by erasing things supposed to be vanished.
Actually, we each are always both a pencil and an eraser ourselves,
assisting others and being favoured. That makes life just beautiful and large!