A quest for knowledge is a powerful motivator.
That and big dreams that make us want to turn nights into days, as if we own Harry Potter’s magic wand.
I chanced upon an article from The Guardian that reminds me a bit of my childhood.
An excerpt from the article says:
Children as young as six from Atuler village in Sichuan province have to scale a huge rockface using rickety ladders.
Authorities in south-west China have vowed to come to the aid of an isolated mountain village after photographs emerged showing the petrifying journey its children are forced to make to get to school.
To attend class, backpack-carrying pupils from Atuler village in Sichuan province must take on an 800-metre rock face, scrambling down rickety ladders and clawing their way over bare rocks as they go.
I can relate to these children although what I have gone through seems to pale in comparison with the seemingly fatal descent, which takes about 90 minutes.
You see, when I was very young, about five or six years old, I reckon, I went to school for the first time. Understand that it was not the typical school and not the typical classroom in which you can say, conducive to learning. But you know, learn we did. What I vividly recall wasn’t the state of the classroom. Not even my teachers, nor my classmates. It was the fact that we carried our books using plastic bags. My siblings and I did. Yes, the plastic bag used in supermarkets. Well, to set the facts straight, today’s version is a lot better. Either that or fish nets in which my pencil and mismatched is broken crayons would fall out because of the not-too-little holes in them.
We also lived dangerously in a coastal area where the waves were like wide moving giant liquids in my innocent eyes. When we moved to a different place, we had to walk each day to and from the school. The path was full of mud cakes and mosquito infested puddle in which our rubber slippers (Yes, we could not afford shoes. Even my cousin was laughing at us because he thought it was funny we could hardly afford slippers and decent clothes) would get stuck in. The difference? We did better at school.
But that’s enough about me. What I am trying to point out is that no matter the generation or age, if one seeks a better life and a better education, it can happen. The children scaling the rockface are still tender in age. Imagine what they can do when they have grown up and attained their education.
These children and similar minded individuals are the ones who’d change the world. For them, no dream is big enough, and no ladder is too dangerously high if it means better education, improving their lives and achieving greatness.
What did you have to go through to get where you are today?
Source: The Guardian