Once upon a time,
there were some folk, came across a large pit in the ground on their way to somewhere, and since it couldn’t be circumvent, they began to put dirt into the pit; it will be covered someday, hopefully.
It wasn’t long after that when, naturally, they were exhausted, annoyed and whiney. Until some people came with shovels in their hands. Our excited folk, couldn’t be happier and began filling the pit relentlessly and happily.
Just a few days later, they woke up to witness fleets of mechanical shovels, digging the pit, even deeper, and when they left, it was sixty times bigger and deeper, unbelievably.
There just remained our folk, their worn out bodies, their crooked souls, and of course, dead beat shovels, which some, , put to work to fill the pit again, positively desolate or too optimistically.
It took them one year for the dissatisfaction to replace any remaining hopes of refilling the now sixty times bigger pit, which instantly was overtaken by annoyance, making them breaking their useless shovels angrily.
it took one more year for their tempers to be soothed and another one for their moans to be ceased, eventually.
With this situation, one would normally be willing to do anything, even starting to pour dirt into a pit, fistful after another. Even though they believed, in their hearts, they wouldn’t make it, simply because they couldn’t. But, on the other hand, it’s better than nothing. Isn’t it? Honestly? Seriously?
Another year went by slowly and nothing changed much particularly, till some people came by, finally, after four solid years, with some brand new shovels in their hands, quite familiarly…
The End
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