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It is Cricket Season – The lesson I learned from an unlikely source

So it’s cricket season here.

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Not this cricket…

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This one.

I’m definitely not a cricket fan, last year a few decided that our bathroom would be the perfect place for an orchestral performance. Mr had to deal with that one – I can’t even look at them.

There’s one cricket (let’s name him Jeremy) who has decided that my windowsill is the perfect place to play his sombre song night after night. This annoyed me at first, but then I thought what is the cricket really doing?

 

Jeremy waits all morning and afternoon in the green lawn opposite my window ledge, eagerly awaiting the moment he can play his song for the first time. His mother told him many stories of how he will meet his soulmate by playing this song. He has no idea what his soulmate looks like, but often wonders if he has seen her before, perhaps hopping across a field.

When night falls Jeremy takes up his place on the cold concrete ledge. He doesn’t mind the cold, because he won’t be there for too long. He knows the love of his wife will be on her way as soon as she hears his beautiful song. He lifts his leg and starts rubbing it against his wing Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! (This might sound awful to us humans, but to the right female it’s the sweetest music in the entire world.)

He plays for hours on end, but still no sign of her anywhere. Soon the birds start chirping, the sun is rising and Jeremy decides to head back home and try again tomorrow.

Jeremy awakes and is sure that he’ll meet the love of his life tonight. He hops onto the ledge and decides to play with extra fervour. Once again, he strums for hours and hours with no luck and heads home more disappointed than before. ‘I’ll try again tomorrow’, he thinks to himself.

But his princess didn’t come the next day either…

A week had passed and Jeremy was becoming disheartened, so disheartened that his cheerful chirpy song started becoming a lonesome one. ‘I’ve been playing here all week and she still hasn’t come! I even climbed the highest spot I could so that she could hear it clearer. Maybe my mother was lying to me all this time!’ Jeremy thought angrily as he headed home for his usual morning snooze.

It was almost a month and lonely little Jeremy was still on my window ledge in the middle of the night, half-heartedly playing his sombre song into the abyss of the garden. Each day he would wake with less optimism than the day before, but he was still determined to play his song and clung to the hope that his lady was out there somewhere looking for him with as much devotion as he was looking for her. So he played, even though he didn’t feel like it.

He was deep into his song and closed his eyes for just a second when he heard a ruffle in the garden below. His heart pounded in his chest. He debated for a second whether to flee or freeze, but it was too late. “I’m going to be eaten for sure!” He cried. He stiffened his body and braced for his inevitable death…

There she was! A cricket more beautiful than Jeremy could have ever imagined. She had finally found him.

 

We can learn so much from the cricket.

Sometimes we try something once or a few times, but when we don’t get the results we want we give up completely. Blogging is a great example of that. We might write a post or two, get a couple of likes and think “Oh well! Blogging isn’t for me anyway!” and stop blogging. If we continued blogging, despite the feedback or lack thereof who knows where we might end up? That blog could have been extremely popular if we stuck to it.

So in a nutshell: If we are passionate and driven about what we do and keep at it, someone will hear our song and we will get the results.

 

I wish you the determination and the tenacity of a cricket today and always.

 

Let me know what you think of this post by commenting below.

 

Love and Blessings,

Lindsay Sign Off

*Images from Pixabay

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17 thoughts on “It is Cricket Season – The lesson I learned from an unlikely source

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  2. Awww… Lindsay, I love this cricket story. You are right, Blogging is a very good example of how perseverance can go a long way! Another one I am thinking about, is friends of mine who dream of writing a book “someday”… Saying they are not “capable” of doing it for the moment… And I always tell them to at least start! If only to write a few lines a day. As long as they don’t start, there is no hope to succeed… Once it is started, it is time for the cricket part of the job, hehehehe

    Great post, thanks for sharing it 🙂 xx

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