Pacing in the Fields

A village was experiencing food shortage. Many villagers are starving to death.

Some knew how to grow food by theyselves are able to sustain. Some had knowledge of what is edible and non-edible in the wilds, they managed to survived. The most unfortunate are those who didn't had any knowledge on food and crops.

Knowledgable villagers who can teach, took the attempt to teach the rest how to grow their own food. While those who can't will try to share some food with those who had no knowledge, but often what they can provide is very limited. Those who can plant play a very big role in feeding the people. Time is running short.

Among the knowledgable villagers there is one particular farmer. Besides teaching about growing, he also tries to educate the rest to teach planting. One day he was at the fields, he shouted,

"Why are you not ploughing the fields?! People are starving, we need the food!"

Some heed the advice, some start to work, but very soon they went back to the original shape. Some just turn a deaf ear. After awhile, he think again,

"The seeds need time to grow. It doesn't fruit immediately. In the proccess, it requires sufficient care, water and sunlight. These people need time. Understanding doesn't fruit immediately. They need to be guided, taught and tamed."

Day by day, time passes quickly. Finally the crops are riped, and ready to serve. It was a sea of colourful fruits and golden wheatgrass, covering the land that once was barren and dull. Yet unfortunately, it is already too late for those who have starved to death, but it is something can't be helped isn't it? The seed needs time to grow. Forcing the seed to grow faster, or helping the plant to grow taller by pulling it is foolish.

Dying people pulls down the morales of those who are striving. Worse are those trainee farmers that speak and act in a demoralising way. But the farmer said to them,

"It is because for the living that we must strive hard. Regardless how many."

It is by this, that everyone had sustained themselves. Those who had the paitence and energy to preserver throughout the growing season, regardless the starving, or the farmers, get to see the fruition of their hard work.

Let this story sing in my heart again and again... So I can remind myself, again and again... Give time... Be paitent...