19/365
Day 19 of 365
"The axe forgets, the tree remembers."
I love that line.
When I was eleven, I got eighty-eight in my report card. Eighty-eight is not bad, but that was my lowest grade back then. I got scolded for being irresponsible. My Mom knew I could've done better, I knew that too.
I remember how hurt I was that day. I remember the amount of tears I shed because of a piece of paper.
Up till now, I keep pressuring myself. No matter how much my Mom assures me that she's contented with my grades, I still want to do better.
That's because the memory of me bawling my eyes out while saying sorry for not meeting their expectations, it still haunts me.
I don't want to go through that again, I don't want to cry that hard again. But I also don't want to be burnt out, I want to protect my well-being.
My Mom probably forgot about what she said to me that day, but I remember the pain.
I'm not mad at her, I'm not blaming myself. Instead, I reflected on it.
She did not intend to hurt me, she wanted me to learn from my mistake. If she was the axe, she probably hit the tree unintentionally. I was the tree.
We've probably done that to someone. We unintentionally inflicted pain to them and now they carry the scar with them as they grow.
Just like trees, the pain that we've been through becomes part of us.
Be careful of what you do or say unto others. Treat people the way they deserve to be treated-- with utmost respect.
Your actions, even the smallest ones, can make a difference-- you decide whether you want to apply this in a positive or negative way.
If someone claims that you've hurt them, you don't get to decide if you did or did not hurt them.
Intentional or not, if it hurts you, it hurts you.
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