You usually had me by your side; depended on my intelligence and facts. You couldn’t endure the day without browsing my pages, eager to learn the lessons in me. You are the responsible ones, always doing the right things and getting the jobs done. Today, however, you choose to ignore me, opting to perform playful antics. I can hear your piercing laughters. You’re having fun at last and I’m glad to hear that.
As time went by, the games you play became a drug, you find that you cannot bring an end to it, and you want to share it with others. One by one, you each forgot about me. My pages became yellow with age—faded texts and torn pages; not because you continually leaf through my pages but because you toss me to the corners of the room so as not to get in the way of your amusement. You have forgotten me.
I couldn’t read your thoughts as you received your grades. Your hands fingered my covers gently as if remembering the times we have shared filling your mind with wonderful information. A lone tear escapes your eye and drops silently on my cover. I want to comfort you, to coax you to open your mind once again to me and to the lessons I have in me. But I know you cannot hear me, it is up to you to make a choice.
You vaguely realize that your hand is moving to open me. You are captivated, ensnared by what you envision gleaming in the hidden depths before you. I see your curiosity and it pleases me. I see your intention and I’m filled with hope.
You open me, fingers tracing the passages and as I expect, the contents start sinking through your mind. You never pulled back ever since. I feel victorious. You have finally learned and I have finally served my purpose.
As time went by, the games you play became a drug, you find that you cannot bring an end to it, and you want to share it with others. One by one, you each forgot about me. My pages became yellow with age—faded texts and torn pages; not because you continually leaf through my pages but because you toss me to the corners of the room so as not to get in the way of your amusement. You have forgotten me.
I couldn’t read your thoughts as you received your grades. Your hands fingered my covers gently as if remembering the times we have shared filling your mind with wonderful information. A lone tear escapes your eye and drops silently on my cover. I want to comfort you, to coax you to open your mind once again to me and to the lessons I have in me. But I know you cannot hear me, it is up to you to make a choice.
You vaguely realize that your hand is moving to open me. You are captivated, ensnared by what you envision gleaming in the hidden depths before you. I see your curiosity and it pleases me. I see your intention and I’m filled with hope.
You open me, fingers tracing the passages and as I expect, the contents start sinking through your mind. You never pulled back ever since. I feel victorious. You have finally learned and I have finally served my purpose.
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