Pensil: “Maaf.”
Penghapus: ”Buat
apa? Engkau tidak melakukan sesuatu yang salah.”
Pensil: ”Saya
minta maaf karena engkau menderita karena saya. Setiap kali saya membuat
kesalahan, engkau selalu ada untuk menghapusnya. Namun setelah engkau membuat
kesalahan saya hilang, engkau kehilangan sebagian dirimu. Engkau menjadi
semakin kecil dan semakin kecil.”
Penghapus: “Itu memang betul. Namun saya tidak peduli. Lihatlah,
saya dibuat untuk keperluan itu. Saya
dibuat untuk menolong engkau pada saat engkau membuat sesuatu yang salah. Meskipun
pada suatu hari nanti, saya tahu saya akan lenyap dan engkau mengganti saya
dengan penghapus baru, saya sebenarnya senang dengan tugas saya. Jadi, ayolah,
jangan kuatir. Saya benci melihat engkau bersedih hati.”
Saya mendapati
bahwa percakapan antara pensil dan penghapus di atas sangat memberi inspirasi.
Orangtua itu ibarat penghapus, sementara anak-anak mereka itu seperti pensil.
Para orangtua ada untuk anak-anak mereka, menghapus kesalahan dan kekeliruan
anak-anak mereka. Kadang-kadang di dalam perjalanan hidup ini, para orangtua
terluka hatinya, dan menjadi makin kecil atau makin tua, dan akhirnya akan
meninggal. Meskipun anak-anak mereka akhirnya akan mendapatkan pasangan hidup
mereka, namun para orangtua masih senang jika dapat melakukan sesuatu untuk
anak-anak mereka, dan akan selalu benci melihat anak-anak mereka yang berharga
kuatir atau bersedih. Sepanjang hidup saya, saya telah menjadi pensil. Dan saya
merasa sakit ketika melihat penghapus, yaitu orangtua saya, menjadi semakin
kecil atau tua hari demi hari. Karena saya tahu bahwa pada suatu hari, yang
saya akan dapati hanyalah bekas-bekas hapusan, dan ingatan yang pernah saya
alami.
Diterjemahkan oleh Hadi Kristadi untuk PENTAS KESAKSIAN
http://pentas-kesaksian.blogspot.com
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Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad. All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
http://touching-inspiringstory.blogspot.com/2012/04/pencil-im-sorryeraser-for-what-you.html
Diposting oleh Hadi Kristadi untuk PENTAS KESAKSIAN http://pentas-kesaksian.blogspot.com
