The Paradox of Sacrifice

The wind was blowing, leaves were falling and floating around. There was a slight chilly breeze upon my neck. The sun was lowering down, it was the time of Autumn. I was outside, pressuring strikes with my sword, practicing Kendo. Kendo is swordsmanship. Soon, I became tired and was drenched in sweat. I decided to head inside my house, it was covered with the orange sunset light. As I entered, I took off my dusty equipment, and I saw I had a message. I picked up the phone and read it.

The message said, “Your appointment to see your friend at the hospital is at 7:30 PM.” I took a peek at my watch, it was 7:15 PM. I panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I quickly ran back to my Kendo equipment, and placed it in my polished steel cabinet. As I was heading outside, I decided to ride my silver-blue bicycle, so I could go faster. Going to the hospital to see my friend was the most important thing on my mind right now. I was ready, determined, set, and I was heading out.

It was bitterly cold like if I was in Antarctica, but I wasn’t going to let the wind surpass me. While I was pedaling and pedaling, I thought about how my friend and how we became friends in the first place. It was ever since our parents met each other. You could say we were childhood friends, we acted like siblings together. During middle school, my friend’s parents divorced. They soon found new partners, and they mindlessly got blinded by love, and ditched my friend. I asked if my friend could stay with us, but my parents declined because my friend was a girl. She benevolently accepted the reason, and decided to live on her own. She did visit once in awhile in the morning at my house. At first, I was surprised to know that my friend was a girl, since she kept wearing s...

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...smeared charcoal, and smoky gray clouds were under the fluorescent silver light of the moon. The moonlight’s beam passed through the room’s window, and dimly shined on a medical book I was currently reading. While I continued on my studies, I visualized myself in twelve years becoming an advanced doctor. Being able to heal her wound, so she could see the outside world again. Also being capable of solving ways to keep improving her health throughout the years, so she would be able to do Kendo again. However, thinking about her perspective because of waiting for years, she possibly might not want to participate in Kendo anymore even though she enjoys it, but one day might want to teach it. At first, I realized again that it’s easier said than done, but if it’s for my partner, then I’m willing to sacrifice my time. To obtain something great, you must have a sacrifice.