dear diary,
have you ever woke up one day and suddenly feel that whatever you
have done is meaingless? i mean not all of it of course, some of it
though.
tracks and roads are built to be used, no doubt. with the never
ending lands beyond the horizon, it is unlikely that one can cover
every patches.
weeding out the first patch of grass and laying the first tar could
be difficult. but the thought of what can be harvested kept you
going.
people wont start using the road if the lands covered is too short.
as such, you gathered a few friends to increase productivity.
as the days go by, the distance is stretched. people and vehicles
avoid the muddy area and began using the road.
tired but fulfilling.
before long, you and your comrades covered a substantial area of
the town.
one fine day, your colleague shares his thought over lunch, "hey,
as much as i enjoy laying the road, i think it is about time we
show some of the users how easy this can be done. with more
manpower, we can continue with this direction, while the others can
continue with that."
"i think its a brilliant idea.", you said.
the next morning, you stepped out of your house with high hope,
greeting every users who are using the road and began to share your
idea.
"no. i just want to use the road.
i am not going to dirty my hands with those tar."
"nah. as much as i enjoy using the road, i wanna spend my time on
something else."
"do i get paid?"
negative answers brought you back to earth. none of them were moved
even after you showed them how easy these can be achieved.
bearing that disappointment, you shared the feedback with the rest
of your colleagues upon return.
"never mind. i guess let us just continue and see how it goes.
hopefully, they will see how easy it is and will choose to join us
some days", one of them said.
having no other alternative, you just went on with what you did
right on the very first day.
one fine day, one of the your trustworthy counterparts came to you,
"say, i dont think this is working out. i worked my ass off working
on these roads and it seems to me there is no end to it.
furthermore, it kills me to see the mere few of us working on it. i
mean i got a day job to cope with, u know?"
"i guess i gotta split here. thanks for the company, mate. until
the days when these road users become more initiative, i'll be
spending more time on my personal agenda." and off he goes.
you cant force him to stay. after all, he aint paid a single cent
for doing all these.
one week later, another two of your mates felt tired as well and
decided to leave too.
within a month, many have followed suit, leaving only a miserable
few.
so what are you going to do next? are you going to do
likewise?
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