He opened his diary, began to write:
"My work, my responsibility, my duty...have constantly occupied my mind.
I've always strived for perfection, giving my all. But what have I gained? More criticism than admiration."
With closed eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, he pondered his unacknowledged efforts.
"No one acknowledges the sleepless nights, the meticulous repetition of experiments, the unwavering focus," he lamented in his diary. "They don't even celebrate success. Why the extra, unpaid effort?"
Completely disheartened, he sighed, closed his diary, and rose from his chair. Peering out the window at the sky. The Sun has completed his daily routine and is about to set for the day. he couldn't help but admire its proud accomplishment—how it burns itself to brighten the world, transferring its heat and light..
Then, a sudden thought struck him. Who acknowledges the immense contribution of the sun? Who praises its relentless provision of light and heat? Who thanks the huge reservoir of energy for sustaining life on Earth?
"Be like the sun," he wrote. "Illuminate the world. Don't fret over returns. For every action, there is an equal reaction, it's the law of nature".
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