I don’t shun my critics… I study them. They sometimes mirror the gaps I hide, the lessons I dodge. In their scorn, I sharpen… not to retaliate, but to rise.
Most miss opportunity not because it was absent, but because it whispered. To noticing the patterns, silences, and subtlety can allow to seize the moment.
He’s only ten, but in so many ways, wiser than me. Through laughter, questions, and silent stares, he reminds me who I was before the world grew noisy.
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