I know I haven’t been as silent as I should be lately. I have been quite busy with the issues of life or so I think. And thanks to this newly acquired trait, I haven’t been the effective scribe I ought to be as all I have been hearing from my masters is the the cold sound of silence. So I embraced my pride, for it was the only thing I felt was warm enough to shield me from the cold. And with it I came to believe that I didn’t need them, I could be my own master and write whatever pleases me, after all I can achieve whatever I set my mind to!
So I took out my pen and wrote down all the things that my mind allowed me to. They were so beautiful but whenever I showed it to the world, I realized how transient that beauty was. As transient as a beautiful flower plucked from its tree or like an archer who throws his arrow so skillfully that it attracts all the praises of men but ends up missing the mark! Why is this so? I wondered. And not too long after that, I saw someone signal me with his hand to come over.
When I got there, I was surprised to see the old man, he smiled as always and showed me a cage with a mouse in it. He told me the mouse was a talented runner, infact the fastest of all mice. He then carried the mouse and put it on its treadmill and when it started moving I realized why it was the fastest of them all. I was so impressed by its speed. And as if he read my thoughts, he said to me, don’t be impressed so quickly, watch and learn. He introduced a slice of cheese in front of the treadmill and immediately the mouse increased its speed. Then he introduced another mouse in to the cage and just as the fast mouse saw the other one approach the cheese, it intensified its speed even more. I was totally blown away by its speed but however it was the other mouse that got to eat the cheese
“Boy, what did this cage allow you to see?”, said the old man. I got to see the fastest mouse ever, it is indeed a talented runner. You have seen well, said the old man. This is the fate of all who don’t get to use their talents on the right platform. Like the mouse they are ever running but in fact go nowhere! Everyone sees how talented they are, like you just saw in the mouse, but all that work with their talent never truly pays off. Still wondering why your arrows missed their mark? It’s because you used it on the platform called Pride. And boy, pride is no different from the mouse’s treadmill! (you get to use your talent fully on it but in the end, it doesn’t really take you anywhere)
I quickly let go of my pride and humility came rushing in with the words; “You are just an ordinary boy, however when you are silent enough, you will hear either the little boy or the old man speak. Oh you are but a scribe of the two! So I went back to listening and what I heard, I heard…
I’m nothing by myself.
~I got nowhere~