In the tapestry of existence, where each thread gleams bright,
We seek the way, guided by stars that adorn the night.
What are we doing here, if not crafting lives divine,
Imagining beauty, our dreams a sacred shrine?
With hearts full to brim, in art and life we weave,
Magical, messy, imperfect—our truths we must believe.
For what is existence if our gifts remain unseen,
If potential lies dormant, hidden beneath routine?
Fear not the shadows cast by the specter of mistake,
For each misstep is a lesson, a path we undertake.
Explore the endless realms of what might be,
Dive into the unknown, embrace the mystery.
Do not let the fire within be dulled by mundane plight,
Nor let the flames of passion be dimmed by endless night.
Say no to a life that stifles your inner glow,
Refuse to let hope wither, let your spirit grow.
For these dreams, these visions that your heart holds dear,
Are the beacons, the calling, crystal clear.
This unshakable feeling of something grand,
Is the compass that guides you, the path you must understand.
So, make mistakes, a myriad, let them be your guide,
In the vast expanse of life, with courage abide.
Do not settle for half-living, let your light shine,
For this is your journey, your destiny, divine.