You will drown before you learn to swim.
Not once, not twice—but again and again,
the weight of the water pressing down,
pulling at your lungs, your limbs,
teaching you the rhythm of survival.
You will fall before you learn to rise.
You will taste the bitter sting of failure,
the cold slap of disappointment,
and yet, your spirit will not break.
Every bruise, every scar,
is a lesson carved into your being.
You will go hungry before you learn to cook.
You will face the emptiness,
the ache of patience,
and only then will you understand the craft of creation—
how to nourish, how to transform,
how to take raw things and turn them into sustenance.
How will you ever learn if you never try?
How will you ever fight again if, when defeated, you surrender?
The world does not wait for the faint of heart,
and victory never comes to those who quit.
You must rise, stumble, fall, and rise again,
for every defeat is the seed of your strength.
Life will push you, unrelenting,
until you discover the courage you never knew you had.
You will stumble in darkness,
feel lost, feel small, feel fragile,
and yet, somehow, you will rise.
You will rise because falling is not the end.
The ocean teaches patience,
the ground teaches resilience,
hunger teaches skill,
and defeat teaches courage.
So let yourself be drowned, let yourself fall,
let yourself go hungry,
let yourself lose,
let the lessons wash over you,
for it is only through struggle
that you learn the art of standing tall,
the courage to swim,
the wisdom to feed yourself and others,
and the strength to fight again.