There was once a group of chocolates gathered in the cupboard. Different types of chocolates were in the group but the most dominating of all was the one with colorful wrapping. He would always tell the other chocolates: “I’m the most delicious of all since my wrapping is so colorful and so inviting to the eyes.” The other chocolates were just at awe with him. They would all be jealous whenever he told them that he would most satisfy the taste of anyone who would take a bite off him. “And why wouldn’t I be the most delicious, I am a combination of all kinds of chocolates present here”, he would always boast as he showed the others the captions written on his wrapping. The other chocolates would endlessly admire him. Then one day, the cupboard was opened. The chocolates knew that someone was bound to be picked but when they looked at the chocolate with the colorful wrapping containing all flavors imagined, they were all disheartened. Sure enough, the one with the colorful wrapping was picked immediately. The cupboard was closed. Soon enough it was opened again giving hope to the other chocolates. They were even more stunned to see that all of them were picked. One of the chocolates, as they were being carried away, saw something in the distance. It was colorful with a bit of dark brown object sticking out. He pushed the image aside as the ecstatic feeling overwhelmed them all. Meanwhile, the chocolate with the colorful wrapping found himself speechless. He was thrown in the garbage bin. He didn’t know why. He looked around. All he saw was garbage. Amidst the garbage was a piece of his wrapping. There he saw the reason on why was he thrown. Printed on his wrapper was: No milk, no sugar, no additional sweetener; 100% pure dark chocolate. The chocolate with the colorful wrapping said to himself: “I’m 100% pure chocolate! Why was I thrown?”
Sometimes, we overestimate ourselves in something that we believe we are good at. We see ourselves as one of the best (in a certain field). Oftentimes, when we feel like we are above everyone else, we tend to belittle those around us, not thinking that there maybe some other person who is better than us. Of course, there would always be a person better than anyone else in any aspect. It is just sad, that for some of us, it would take a hard slap on the face before we see the fact that we are not perfect and recognize our small position in the big society; that we cannot do everything; that we are not everything. The situation is more morose for those people who had been calloused of the countless reality-slaps that they cannot feel anything anymore. There are people who, like the dark chocolate in the story, would deny every truth that runs down his egotistical excellence and hide their calloused faces behind a thick façade of make-up. You wouldn’t know how to classify this kind of person: obstinate or obdurate.
(this was an excerpt from my column page printed in our college journal. I just had a feel to publish it here)
Sometimes, we overestimate ourselves in something that we believe we are good at. We see ourselves as one of the best (in a certain field). Oftentimes, when we feel like we are above everyone else, we tend to belittle those around us, not thinking that there maybe some other person who is better than us. Of course, there would always be a person better than anyone else in any aspect. It is just sad, that for some of us, it would take a hard slap on the face before we see the fact that we are not perfect and recognize our small position in the big society; that we cannot do everything; that we are not everything. The situation is more morose for those people who had been calloused of the countless reality-slaps that they cannot feel anything anymore. There are people who, like the dark chocolate in the story, would deny every truth that runs down his egotistical excellence and hide their calloused faces behind a thick façade of make-up. You wouldn’t know how to classify this kind of person: obstinate or obdurate.
(this was an excerpt from my column page printed in our college journal. I just had a feel to publish it here)
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