Once, a child began practicing calligraphy at the age of five. Considering the child's young age and the high cost of paper, the father initially allowed him to practice only on scrap paper. However, after a long period of practice, the child's calligraphy skills showed little improvement.
One day, a friend of the father, who was a master calligrapher, visited the house. The father anxiously shared his concerns about his son's progress. The calligrapher advised him, 'If you let your child write on the best quality paper, he might do much better.'
Following this advice, the father spent a significant amount of money to buy high-quality paper for the child. Sure enough, within a short time, the child's handwriting improved remarkably. Surprised by this result, the father went back to ask the calligrapher friend about the reason.
The calligrapher smiled without answering verbally; instead, he simply wrote the character 'Bi' (which implies 'force' or 'compel') on a piece of paper. The father suddenly realized the truth: the child's appreciation for the expensive paper psychologically compelled him to write each character with his utmost care and effort.
Indeed, in our daily lives, we often treat time as worthless 'scrap paper,' wasting it casually without regret, always assuming that there is plenty of cheap 'paper' left in the future. However, life is not a rehearsal, nor does it give us the opportunity to 'make drafts.' Every page we write, whether casually or with full devotion, becomes part of an unalterable answer sheet for our lives. Only by cherishing the present can we fully write the book of our youth.