Deep in the heart of a modest farmer, the pulse of nature and the rhythm of the seasons beat as one. My world revolved around the fertile soil of my fields, where I planted rice with the passionate hope that each grain would thrive and yield a harvest of boundless joy. Yet, as I watched those delicate green seedlings inch their way towards maturity, a restless impatience wormed on my soul.
One balmy day, as I stood motionless beside the field, my gaze fixated on the seedlings. My heart beat in my chest, driven by a desire that burned within me. If only I could fuel their growth, how swiftly would the joy of reaping overflow? Then, a reckless thought flashed through my mind, a spark that stimulated a reckless plan—I would lift the seedlings from the earth, making them appear taller, more mature.
With trembling hands and a pounding heart, I embarked on my stupidity. One by one, I gently yet forcefully pulled the seedlings from their roots. Sweat poured from my brow, yet my eyes sparkled with the expectation of my imminent triumph. As I saw the taller seedlings, a sense of satisfaction came to my mind. Surely, this was the key to a swift and abundant harvest.
However, the universe had other plans. Not long after, I beheld a grim sight. The seedlings that I had so eagerly pulled from the soil began to droop, their green hue fading into a sickly yellow. Day by day, they withered and eventually perished. My heart sank, and I was left bewildered, unable to understand the cause of this disaster.
In the result of my folly, I came to understand a profound truth. One cannot hasten the natural order of things; one must follow the laws of nature. Otherwise, one's eagerness shall only lead to disillusionment and despair. Since that fateful day, I have sworn never again to interfere with the sacred dance of life and growth.
