the story of the dotted paper
The story of the dotted paper
a class one day, a professor brought with him a piece of white bond paper with a tiny dot at the center and showed it to the whole class.
he then asked the students to observe the paper. after a while, he told the students to write in a piece of paper an observation about the piece of paper.
after dismissal, the professor scanned through all the answers he got.
he found out that the students answered one thing...
"there is a black dot on the paper"
nobody didn't even acknowledge the fact that the paper is white.
all they saw was the blemish.
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i guess that is what is always noticed.
a few mistakes.
but the mistakes just covers up all that is good, making it seem that you are nothing more than the mistakes...
i feel like that paper.
a dotted paper.
all my life i am trying to be good. to do good. to excel.
and i admit i make mistakes.
but why is it that when you commit mistakes, those negative things are all that matters?
all good things are set aside.
why?
tell me why?
1 Comments:
it's actually this that hurt me so much that i really wanted to leave you alone for a while...
not because i felt that everything ive done for you, you turned a blind eye on...(thus making me another sheet of that sort of paper)...
but because i've neglected you so much already.
i felt i wasn't fulfilling what i had promised you.
but then, as i have told you, i was up for a compromise then, only i had been a bit nasty...
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