Once, somebody told me a story about a miner who was digging for precious stones. The miner was digging for a very long time, and he was already very tired. One time, his exhaustion simply became too unbearable, especially since it seemed that his efforts were fruitless, that he decided to throw away his shovel and finally stop digging. Little did he know that with just a little bit more effort, he would have had in his hands the treasure he was toiling for.
That story was told a long time ago, and the miner had endured a lot of hardships since then. Recently though, the miner had begun digging again. Only this time, he was still wounded, and the mine where he chose to dig was rather unyielding to all his efforts.
The miner, having acquired a lot of digging techniques from his past, began by inquiring about the history of the mine where he selected to dig. By chance, he came upon its caretakers who told him that the mine was indeed available for digging. The caretakers were very accommodating to the miner, and were even encouraging him to keep on digging even if it seemed that the mine was as stony as only a mine could be.
But now the miner had had enough. He was still suffering from wounds he sustained when the other mines he was digging collapsed on him. He was damaged, and he was still weak. So he gave up.
But in giving up, he realizes fully that it wasn't his loss. He knew that in abandoning the mine, he will be leaving a better person than before he started digging. At least he had the courage to begin, even if he was ending it too early. There are just different kinds of mines, he knew. Some are worth digging, even through the worst conditions. Others are not.
The miner knew his own worth, too, and that he wouldn't abase himself too much for a single mine. There are other mines out there, he knew, who are more worthy of his dedication. Other mines who would at least, respond a bit to his efforts.
Still, it would be hypocrisy to say that he was never sorry to leave this particular mine.
The miner knew that this was just not what he needed at the moment.
***
Goodbye <3
I know now that you will never be mine.
That story was told a long time ago, and the miner had endured a lot of hardships since then. Recently though, the miner had begun digging again. Only this time, he was still wounded, and the mine where he chose to dig was rather unyielding to all his efforts.
The miner, having acquired a lot of digging techniques from his past, began by inquiring about the history of the mine where he selected to dig. By chance, he came upon its caretakers who told him that the mine was indeed available for digging. The caretakers were very accommodating to the miner, and were even encouraging him to keep on digging even if it seemed that the mine was as stony as only a mine could be.
But now the miner had had enough. He was still suffering from wounds he sustained when the other mines he was digging collapsed on him. He was damaged, and he was still weak. So he gave up.
But in giving up, he realizes fully that it wasn't his loss. He knew that in abandoning the mine, he will be leaving a better person than before he started digging. At least he had the courage to begin, even if he was ending it too early. There are just different kinds of mines, he knew. Some are worth digging, even through the worst conditions. Others are not.
The miner knew his own worth, too, and that he wouldn't abase himself too much for a single mine. There are other mines out there, he knew, who are more worthy of his dedication. Other mines who would at least, respond a bit to his efforts.
Still, it would be hypocrisy to say that he was never sorry to leave this particular mine.
The miner knew that this was just not what he needed at the moment.
***
Goodbye <3
I know now that you will never be mine.
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