THE NEW LIFE

Ever wondered why a farmer has to bury a healthy plant, all in a bid to get a good yield? What sanity is there to call something ‘precious’ when, in the real sense, it is looking unpresentable and unattractive? You see, ‘precious' is first an inherent property before a surface value. That is what the goldsmith saw in that raw gold and went all out to refine it, bringing its intrinsic worth to the limelight. That is what the farmer saw when he refused to eat the fine tubers and grains. Instead, he planted them, and they decayed, bringing forth new life. The stress they had to undergo didn't bother them much. The furnace blast and beating, the sweats, the tilling of the soil and weeding… every process that needed to be taken for gold to be, for new plants to be, is a source of encouragement to the goldsmith and the farmer. So is life, dear one. Every pain you have to pass through in your pursuit of a better life, every time you fell while running to catch up with destiny,...