A missed opportunity isn't a closed door, it's just an unexpected detour.
A missed opportunity isn't a closed door, it's just an unexpected detour.
"A missed opportunity isn't a closed door, it's just an unexpected detour." © Shoshan
A missed chance is not a dead end,
just an unexpected twist instead.
A moment to pause, a chance to mend,
a fork in the road that lies ahead.
The weight of regret can be heavy to bear,
it haunts my dreams, whispers in air.
But then I recall, life's anything but fair,
and I still have pages left, new stories to declare.
These detours taken on life's grand map
are not mistakes, but a bridge, a gap.
They're the space between my old self's trap,
and the heights where my new hopes will unwrap.
So the door behind me is closed and locked,
yet countless windows await, as if they've talked.
They say, "Come here, let your spirit be stocked,
the past is gone, but the future's clock has ticked, not tocked."
I'll no longer dread the detours that lie
between me and the stars that adorn the sky.
They're not setbacks, but stepping stones high,
leading me to new horizons, where my dreams can't die.
This is not the end, nor even a pause,
just a reroute with its own set of laws.
An unscripted scene, a spontaneous applause,
a reminder that I'm the author of my own cause.
So here I stand, under the moon's silver glow,
vowing to myself, letting my inner light show.
The next twist in my path, I'll gladly follow,
it's the first step toward a brighter tomorrow.
Dedicated to everyone who feels they've lost something irretrievable in life: "A missed opportunity isn't a closed door, it's just an unexpected detour." © Shoshan. May the quote in this image serve as a beacon in the dark, reminding you that there's always another path, another opportunity waiting to be discovered. Don't lose hope."
A missed chance is not a dead end,
just an unexpected twist instead.
A moment to pause, a chance to mend,
a fork in the road that lies ahead.
The weight of regret can be heavy to bear,
it haunts my dreams, whispers in air.
But then I recall, life's anything but fair,
and I still have pages left, new stories to declare.
These detours taken on life's grand map
are not mistakes, but a bridge, a gap.
They're the space between my old self's trap,
and the heights where my new hopes will unwrap.
So the door behind me is closed and locked,
yet countless windows await, as if they've talked.
They say, "Come here, let your spirit be stocked,
the past is gone, but the future's clock has ticked, not tocked."
I'll no longer dread the detours that lie
between me and the stars that adorn the sky.
They're not setbacks, but stepping stones high,
leading me to new horizons, where my dreams can't die.
This is not the end, nor even a pause,
just a reroute with its own set of laws.
An unscripted scene, a spontaneous applause,
a reminder that I'm the author of my own cause.
So here I stand, under the moon's silver glow,
vowing to myself, letting my inner light show.
The next twist in my path, I'll gladly follow,
it's the first step toward a brighter tomorrow.
Dedicated to everyone who feels they've lost something irretrievable in life: "A missed opportunity isn't a closed door, it's just an unexpected detour." © Shoshan. May the quote in this image serve as a beacon in the dark, reminding you that there's always another path, another opportunity waiting to be discovered. Don't lose hope."
