Many students in my university strive to study hard. When I say they study hard I really mean "hard". Some of them perfect all examinations and quizzes. Some literally forget to have fun. Some stay late until two in the morning to review. Some study so much they could memorize all that is written in the books.
All of these they do to graduate cum laude. All sleepless nights they toil to reach that dream. All back-pains they endure to accomplish that mission.
Unfortunately, education seems to interfere with their learning. Education seems to intercept its occurrence. Education seems to hinder thinking. It seems to cloud understanding.
What these students focus on and babble about are the things that are written in the books. They argue without passion and enthusiasm. They forsake self-reason. These are because they quote the articles, pages, chapters, sections and parts of the books they've read. They let the books speak for them and no genuine word can be heard from their artificial mouths. They argue with what the books says and with what the books dictates right.
They do not dispute the authorities of the books for, as they say, they are books. For these people, books have indisputable authorities to reason and understanding. No one of them dares to say contrarily.
The books are their gods and their conscience is replaced by verses of the books. Their understanding is strangled by the dark inks and their logic, choked by the thickness.
These people work hard to graduate cum laude. They exhaust every possible way of reaching that destination. They deny themselves of happiness. They forsake themselves of laughter. They devoted their lives to forcing something out.
I know they work hard and they can reach that goal, no doubt. What I doubt is the essence of a forced success -- a false achievement.
If I force myself to graduate cum laude, do I really deserve to bear the title that I only forced to be mine. I believe what is ours comes naturally. I believe a weed by any name is a weed.
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