Life is not a straight road,

it bends, it stalls, it cracks.

Some days feel like sprinting,

others—like dragging heavy sacks.

We count wins like sunlight,

but losses shape us too.

Both carve their lessons quietly,

teaching what is real and true.

Dreams may slip through fingers,

and plans might fall apart,

yet even in the breaking,

there’s a chance to find new starts.

Life is not about perfection,

nor about who finishes first—

it’s learning to drink slowly,

even when you’re dying of thirst.