Once there was a pencil and an eraser who lived on an old wooden table. They have always worked together, such as assisting a boy named Dika write short stories in his diary. When Dika wrote something wrong, he erased it with the eraser. And after a while, the pencil scrawled better words again. Every day they were happy because they helped Dika. But for many years the eraser started to feel sad.
“I’m tired of inventing mistakes and wiping them out,” the eraser grumbled one day. “Each time I do it, my body shrinks. One day I’ll be finished.”Upon hearing this, the pencil smiled faintly. But, you, my friend, give meaning to my work. It’s thanks to you that Dika gets to learn from his mistakes. We’re a team, and I can’t do this without you.”
The eraser fell silent for a moment. “But you always seem okay, while I slowly fall apart.”“With time every line I offer will fade as well,” replied the pencil. “But the number one thing is not how long we last, but how we serve others while we’re here.”
The eraser smiled softly. He was better, although he was becoming smaller by the day. And he understood that, even though he was small, he made a large impact.And on that old wooden table, the pencil and eraser pairing continued writing and rewriting beautiful stories.
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