An anonymous text from the Tradition says that, in life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. The builders might take years over their tasks, but one day, they finish what they are doing. Then they find they are hemmed in by their own walls. Life loses its meaning when the building stops.
Then there those who plant. They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But, unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener’s constant attention, it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.
Gardeners always recognize one another, because they know that in the history of each plant lies the growth of the whole World.
-Brida, Paulo Coelho
Our teachers are like gardeners too. They plant seedlings of knowledge in us and we grow up, those seedlings become plants. They efforts never go to waste. Because somewhere in the world, there fully grown plants are benefiting the world in one way or another. When you think of it, there have been so many gardeners in our life starting from the age of 4 years. Every single on one of them played a role in making us who we are today.
To me even writers are like gardeners. What they write, whether it is fiction or biography, its their plant. Their writing never stops benefiting the world and its people. The authors themselves enjoy the glory and the satisfaction of all that they have done. Maybe some day my writing will also benefit people. To me, there is no use of writing if it does not benefit me, my country and its people. Hopefully, one day, this will be a reality.