I can feel your pain,
Whispered in my bones.
Your struggles are now mine,
An unmentioned burden that I bear silently.

Every story told to me,
Every tear I see shed,
My heart is weighted down,
A storehouse of sorrows.

As understanding deepens,
So does sadness grow.
It is a strange bond:
The nearer I get, the more I hurt.

Yet, through this hurt comes a revelation:
Life does not issue blame,
Only learning etched into experience.

We stumble and we fall
And then stand up again
Every mistake is a teacher
Each sorrow is our guide

No villains, they say in the allegory of human experience
There are only students
There is no failing again

But if I must bear
The load of a thousand lives
For I can endure knowing:
This is a school where we are all pupils
This is school where all of us are learners
But let me tell you something –
This place is a memorable and beautiful college

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.