A wasted talent

In it City of knowledge gym, there is a basketball that got caught in the scaffolding of the high ceilings. Once upon a time, long ago, she was thrown to that height and remained there, as if forgotten by time and a cleaner. If no one takes it down, it will remain there until its lifetime determines otherwise; It will deflate and lose the perfect spherical shape it still retains.

The ball itself is not still suffering from problems. In the right hands, with a polished surface, it would once again become part of the field, many points would be won with it, it would be an object of exchange and sports fellowship. But as long as they don’t see him, as long as he remains there alone, without any use and in complete oblivion, what purpose does he have in this life?

That selfless ball is similar, to some extent, to the talents we carry with us. They are found buried, like treasures that are laboriously appropriated before being handed over to those who find them. There isn’t one human being that he came into the world without unique abilities; Before the same clothes, our nakedness was a part of us. And yet, how many of us are really looking for them until we expose them?

It is true that in many cases, when we are still children, our parents discourage initiatives that lead us to develop these talents. No one taught them the way, so they don’t even know that the way exists. Despite this clear lack of motivation, which is sometimes well-intentioned, the talent remains latent, as if hibernating until the moment when it is called upon to wake up. It doesn’t matter at all when it is revealed It is important that you do not sleep forever and, when we die, he does not remain stoned to death forever useless.

Every day we have to think about what we can give to others, no matter how little. Because doing this exercise every day forces us to leave the shell of selfishness, like creatures shedding and leaving those skins that are now too small for them. Helping others, ironically, we found a way more precisely according to the talents we have, because mission and purpose are always found in what we do for our fellowmen, not in what we do only for ourselves. Talents are not revealed in the selfishness of hermits, but through efforts that lead us to share with others the best that exists in ourselves.

We usually spend our time locked inside chrysalises which, instead of transforming us, become tombs of the gifts we have given to share. It’s good, however, that they are there, in small things that may not matter to the world, but are important to you and those around you. Learning to give others the best of yourself, through small actions disinterested in what might seem irrelevant, unravel that common thread that connects you to the essence of what you really came into the world for. Purposes are not important, what is important is that they do not stay locked inside you forever.

The aphorism that “what is not used is lost” is a reality that shows us the coarse rust of metal, the bound dust of books that are closed forever, the mold that burns and corrodes walls that do not exist. They see the sunlight, the love that is it mummifies and hardens if it is hidden in the depths of his being. In short, like that basketball that is forgotten in the heights of the gym, a silent observer of the games of life, your talents can also remain hidden, forever sleeping inside you.