Raindrops were throwing a wild party against the windowpane, and the air was bitingly cold. You were under a warm blanket, but you had to get up to wash the dirty dishes. You thought: "Here, it is a warm and lively place, while the kitchen is cold and messy. I need an hour of work to make the kitchen clean and beautiful."
You found the cold gnawing at your flesh, and your feet were heavy. Your kitchen smelled like burnt onions, and the dishes looked like a small hill. Some of them were difficult to clean because they were covered in leftover chicken. You were scared of the water like someone scared of a huge spider, and you thought: "Oh my God, I feel burned out by this mission."
Yet, you began your work. The water flowed down, soft and warm, so your hands felt like fish swimming in a hot spring. Step by step, this hill grew smaller and smaller, while the smell of burnt onions disappeared and the scent of flowers filled the air.
When you finished your work, you lit the fireplace, made a cup of hot chocolate, and sat watching the rain behind the glass while your pet gently tickled your leg. You felt like someone who had just climbed a towering peak, or an Eskimo who had just finished building his home out of blocks of ice. Perhaps your imagination even carried you to the feeling of Einstein after discovering the theory of relativity. True, the task was tiny, yet the taste of achievement is the same, each according to their own capacity.
This is truly what I feel on the journey of learning English. My feelings after an achievement always send a delicious shiver across my skin, filled with a sense of royal grandeur. Contrary to what is expected, I allow myself a touch of pride as fuel for more intense achievements in the future.
The End
Written by lama, mother.dragons
The image by pixbay
The link
https://www.istockphoto.com/photo/woman-and-her-children-looking-at-mobile-phone-while-sitting-under-the-blanket-gm2206188410-623522286