The map of living is a tricky draft;
You’ll meet the moment where the path is split.
The towering obstacle—the sudden shaft—
Is not a sign to fail, or cause to quit.
It is a checkpoint, rugged, hard, and plain;
A necessary halt to curb your urgent haste.
For life is not a frantic sprint across the terrain;
There is no victory in a reckless waste.
Embrace the detour as a chance to pause,
To feel the stillness on the upward bend.
You stop, you breathe, and check the inner laws,
Then take stock of the path ahead to mend.
And from that vantage point you gain on high,
You admire the view, adjust the course, and know
The worth of watching life’s whole journey go,
Not as a race, but as a sight beneath the sky.
