a letter to one of my di
Hey Di,
You told me you didn't get the award because of that particular reason the other day. I wanted to tell you all these, but my thoughts was everywhere along with my examination. Since it's so long to put it over MSN, I've decided to put it here.
You know how they decide who gets the award? Everyone is ranked against each other, just like those statistic curves you all draw. Then they determine a certain percentile will get this award, another percentile will get that award, and so and so forth.
Seriously, those who decide who gets the award. I really wonder, do they even know the people who are getting it? Do they even know their names, their face? Or are the awardees just a number or statistic to those who decide who gets it? In some ways, the award is suppose to encourage people, but I wonder, do they really know the people they are trying to encourage the award with?
So ultimately, what they give is probably not really a recognition, or an encouragement. Even if it is, it doesn't seem that it is from the heart to me. What's left, is just money - something that you can get from anyone or anywhere else. I doubt they know how freaking damn hard you have worked this year. Even if they give you the award, that amount of money is not enough to acknowledge how much effort and hard work you have put it.
Remember last year, when I asked you, "what's your dream?" You gave me a reply immediately, which I told you(while smiling), shows how mature and sensible you are. Many of your peers, till today, are unable to give me a definate answer. Some can't even give me an answer, or don't even want to think about it.
Whenever I share this incident with your teachers, their eyes well up a little.(it helps that they are female). Their eyes are not just filled with wonder, but an admiration of how mature and sensible you are, and how much you have impressed them with that. That is on top, of all the the pride they have of you of your academic achievements. They did not say a word, but their eyes, shows how much recognition they give to you.
Ultimately, the money come and go. But it is these individual recognition from people you know, that matters. Ultimately, it is all these recognition that they give you from their heart, that last a lot longer than money. So many people are proud of you, and give you the recognition, that is a lot more meaningful and sincere than that award.
I too, am freaking proud of you. Not just of your academic achievements, not just of your maturity or sensibliity. Those are the bonus. I have been proud of you since last year, for what reason, I can't pin point and put it into words.
I can't put to words how special you are to me, my brother. Just like your other 4 "sibilings", they are special to me in their own ways that I can't put into words.
LIkewise, there is something about you that I'm very proud of, but I just can't put that into words. There is something special about you that I cherish, but I just can't put it into words what it is. That is why I call you my "Di", because I don't know how else to recognise how special you are to me, and how much I treasure you as a person. Other than those pats on your head, I don't know how else to tell you, "I love you as your brother, You are a very special di, and I'm freaking proud of you".
You are on your way, my di. Closer, to your dreams.
Don't doubt yourself. If I were to go back in time and tell the last-year you what you have achieved this year, the last-year you would not believe me, and would probably denounce what you have achieved this year as a far-away dream.
You gone beyond what you used to believe was your limit. What's stopping you know?
It's a long marathon next year. I'm sure you can do it.
You told me you didn't get the award because of that particular reason the other day. I wanted to tell you all these, but my thoughts was everywhere along with my examination. Since it's so long to put it over MSN, I've decided to put it here.
You know how they decide who gets the award? Everyone is ranked against each other, just like those statistic curves you all draw. Then they determine a certain percentile will get this award, another percentile will get that award, and so and so forth.
Seriously, those who decide who gets the award. I really wonder, do they even know the people who are getting it? Do they even know their names, their face? Or are the awardees just a number or statistic to those who decide who gets it? In some ways, the award is suppose to encourage people, but I wonder, do they really know the people they are trying to encourage the award with?
So ultimately, what they give is probably not really a recognition, or an encouragement. Even if it is, it doesn't seem that it is from the heart to me. What's left, is just money - something that you can get from anyone or anywhere else. I doubt they know how freaking damn hard you have worked this year. Even if they give you the award, that amount of money is not enough to acknowledge how much effort and hard work you have put it.
Remember last year, when I asked you, "what's your dream?" You gave me a reply immediately, which I told you(while smiling), shows how mature and sensible you are. Many of your peers, till today, are unable to give me a definate answer. Some can't even give me an answer, or don't even want to think about it.
Whenever I share this incident with your teachers, their eyes well up a little.(it helps that they are female). Their eyes are not just filled with wonder, but an admiration of how mature and sensible you are, and how much you have impressed them with that. That is on top, of all the the pride they have of you of your academic achievements. They did not say a word, but their eyes, shows how much recognition they give to you.
Ultimately, the money come and go. But it is these individual recognition from people you know, that matters. Ultimately, it is all these recognition that they give you from their heart, that last a lot longer than money. So many people are proud of you, and give you the recognition, that is a lot more meaningful and sincere than that award.
I too, am freaking proud of you. Not just of your academic achievements, not just of your maturity or sensibliity. Those are the bonus. I have been proud of you since last year, for what reason, I can't pin point and put it into words.
I can't put to words how special you are to me, my brother. Just like your other 4 "sibilings", they are special to me in their own ways that I can't put into words.
LIkewise, there is something about you that I'm very proud of, but I just can't put that into words. There is something special about you that I cherish, but I just can't put it into words what it is. That is why I call you my "Di", because I don't know how else to recognise how special you are to me, and how much I treasure you as a person. Other than those pats on your head, I don't know how else to tell you, "I love you as your brother, You are a very special di, and I'm freaking proud of you".
You are on your way, my di. Closer, to your dreams.
Don't doubt yourself. If I were to go back in time and tell the last-year you what you have achieved this year, the last-year you would not believe me, and would probably denounce what you have achieved this year as a far-away dream.
You gone beyond what you used to believe was your limit. What's stopping you know?
It's a long marathon next year. I'm sure you can do it.
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