"Mistakes are not anchors; they are the chisels that sculpt us. We must not let them chain us down, but allow them to carve us into stronger versions of ourselves." © Shoshan
Life is an ongoing process of transformation, and mistakes are part of that journey. They aren't anchors pulling us into the depths, but rather the chisels that sculpt us, that shape our character and resilience. To label them as chains is to misunderstand their power. They don't confine us; they refine us. They provide the opportunity to learn, grow, and evolve. Like a sculptor working a piece of marble, every chip and cut reveals a bit more of the masterpiece beneath. When we view our mistakes in this light, we stop letting them weigh us down and instead, allow them to carve us into stronger, wiser versions of ourselves.
I’ve stumbled, I've faltered, in life's intricate dance,
mistakes as my anchors, in heavy, cold stance.
Yet, in the mirror of self-reflection, I see,
these errors aren't chains, but keys setting me free.
Every misstep I've taken, every fall and rise,
are but chisels that carve, revealing my prize.
They don't shackle my spirit or stifle my song,
but sculpt and shape me, refining where I belong.
Unfair wrongdoing has hit me, like a piercing winter's blow,
yet from the depths of despair, a stronger me starts to grow.
In the fires of betrayal, my resolve learns to ignite,
and in the face of adversity, I find my true might.
So, I rise from the ashes, no longer the same,
for in the crucible of life, resilience is my name.
I am no longer the marble, but the sculpture taking form,
through trials and tribulations, I find my norm.
Quote: "Mistakes are not anchors; they are the chisels that sculpt us. We must not let them chain us down, but allow them to carve us into stronger versions of ourselves." © Shoshan