My Failures Teach!
The act of doing, worth more than the gold.
For in the striving, in the daily grind,
A greater treasure for the soul I find.
The seed of knowledge, watered with each task,
My mind a garden, where new skills I ask
To bloom and flourish, vibrant, ever bright,
A constant learning, banishing the night.
The calloused hands, the practiced, steady mind,
A symphony of effort, purpose I can find.
The failures teach, the stumbles show the way,
Resilience built with every passing day.
The goal's a beacon, distant, yet so clear,
But in the journey, who I am appears.
For work it sculpts me, shapes me from within,
The person crafted, where the journey's been.
So let me focus on the act, the flow,
The seeds I scatter, helping my soul grow.
The finished product, though it holds its place,
Is but a mirror to the changing face.
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