Little was I aware about the problems that awaited for me when I choose Accounting subject in my A’Levels. No matter how hard I studied, it made no difference.
With my head buried in my hands I saw the ” F ” grade on my mock examination paper, still mischievously glaring back at me. I was stuck. Tears welled up in my eyes and silently coursed down my cheeks. I was tired of trying. I quit. Grabbing my coat, I left my house with that thought encircling the core of my mind. Undecided of my destiny I walked till the time I could fell pain in my legs due to formation of lactic acid and entered Bonjour Café.
As I entered, I could smell the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, deliciously baked cookies, and carefully toasted sandwiches. Amid this bustling environment sat a little six year-old boy. His eyes curiously searched for something new. His face lit up when the waiter served two cups of coffee to the man and women–probably his parents–sitting beside that child. Unable to hold his curiosity he glimpsed inside the cup and was taken up with the desire of touching that brownish liquid. Only after fulfilling his desire did he realize that the liquid was hot. Without paying sheer attention to his mild burn, he looked out of his side window. Soon he started to jump up and down , waving his arms:
” Airplane! See mom, Airplane!”
Her mother, older and wiser, somewhat felt exhausted by the child’s enthusiasm.
“Okay dear, okay it’s a airplane.” She said unimpressed, “Now sit still in your chair, Mike”
Mike lowered himself in his chair and appeared to mutter to himself. He was upset just like me. This is how I felt, like a failure. Despite being passionate about studying Accounting, I successively kept failing class tests. What followed next surprised me. This time little Mike came up with an innovative idea for learning. He carefully observed the class of water placed right in front of him, and finally came to the conclusion that something could be done to it. Slowly he grabbed the pot of brown sugar without his parent’s realization and added few teaspoons to that half filled glass with water. Later came some Ketchup and white sugar. In the end, Mike also managed to sprinkle some Black pepper on his newly invented cocktail.
Mike’s face contort as he took a sip of his new invention, definitely he was disappointed at the failure of his experiment. Unable to hold back my laughter, I busted out.
This little guy taught me something that I had long forgotten. Life was not about quitting, it was rather about learning. As we grow up we enter a zone of ” What’s known before, and what’s done before” , we stop to acknowledge the life lessons around us and only concentrate on our textbook lessons. Since we have a adaptive nature as human beings, we develop a chain of instructions in our brain maps and follow them unquestionable. These are called Habits. But in doing so we forget to LEARN and to recall the fact that in order to learn we first must fail. That is how we learned to walk, only after falling a thousand time and hurting our-self.