I stumbled upon this today;
Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cos 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 throughout your life. 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. :)
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They said parents are like an eraser while the children are the pencil.
When we make mistakes, they try to clean up the mistakes and along the way, as they get older, they get hurt, and become smaller.
It might be true but still, the metaphor is incomparable.
Sure, parents do clean up some mistakes that we did but sometimes as we get older, they choose to let us clean up the mess we make ourselves 'cos that is how we learn life, unlike the eraser that able to rubbed off every single mistake made by the pencil. And unlike pencil , mistakes we make have their consequences and sometimes, no matter how hard we rubbed it off, or cleaned it up with/without parents or others help, it's just never go away.
Sometimes what left is us, the mistakes and the regrets. And sometimes all we can do is to move on. Plus, we do replace eraser but we don't replace parents. =P
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