Some several years ago in my village, I remember going to the woods with a toddler cousin to gather firewood for the first time. We collected a few and when we were about to leave for home I saw a branch of a tree lying in the bushes which had some wonderful mushrooms in it. I showed it to my cousin and she immediately went to pick it up. With mushrooms blooming at the sides of the twig impressed my little cousin and she said that we would not burn this and that she’d keep it for a long time in the garden. She tried to pick it up but it was almost her size and struggled to lift it up. I intercepted and picked it up but my cousin won’t let me carry it. She liked it so much and she wanted to carry it on her own. Finally she put it on her shoulder with some help of mine and we walked home.
The village asphalts are never comfortable and which is why my cousin slept off the track nearly injuring herself seriously several times. I tried to convince her that I’d carry it safe but she wouldn’t let me have it. She had a terrible liking towards it and she would happily carry it home in spite of all the difficulty and struggle. Though the twig wasn’t that heavy, I could still hear her panting and she struggled all the way. However she was in total joy and would not pay any attention to the kindness that I was showing. I only wanted to help her, watching her carrying that load on her shoulder was simply too much. But she was so excited to have such a wonderful and amazing colored twig in the back yards. The struggle I saw while ferrying that twig was truly obstinate but my cousin was more than happy with that struggle. Lastly we reached home and she laid that twig with a thud and rested.
I felt that I should have helped her carry that load but another thought was like, I should let her free and let her do what pleases her most. Had I carried that load, she would not have found it joyous because she liked to carry it all the way from the woods to home. I only tried to help her but my help would have surely ruined her joy.
Sometimes, a help can turn out to be something very unpleasant because there’s some bliss in struggling and or hard work.
The village asphalts are never comfortable and which is why my cousin slept off the track nearly injuring herself seriously several times. I tried to convince her that I’d carry it safe but she wouldn’t let me have it. She had a terrible liking towards it and she would happily carry it home in spite of all the difficulty and struggle. Though the twig wasn’t that heavy, I could still hear her panting and she struggled all the way. However she was in total joy and would not pay any attention to the kindness that I was showing. I only wanted to help her, watching her carrying that load on her shoulder was simply too much. But she was so excited to have such a wonderful and amazing colored twig in the back yards. The struggle I saw while ferrying that twig was truly obstinate but my cousin was more than happy with that struggle. Lastly we reached home and she laid that twig with a thud and rested.
I felt that I should have helped her carry that load but another thought was like, I should let her free and let her do what pleases her most. Had I carried that load, she would not have found it joyous because she liked to carry it all the way from the woods to home. I only tried to help her but my help would have surely ruined her joy.
Sometimes, a help can turn out to be something very unpleasant because there’s some bliss in struggling and or hard work.
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