In His time, I know He will carry me through and lead me exactly where I am meant to be.

But I remind myself that delayed does not mean denied. I am still here, still standing, still choosing to fight. This road may be longer, but it is mine - and I trust that God sees every tear, every effort, and every quiet sacrifice.

That setback cost me time, strength, and so much faith in myself. There are days when it feels exhausting, when the weight of comparison presses hard, and I wonder why my journey had to be this difficult.

Because in the end, it’s not the falls that hurt the most - it’s the steps I never took.

They stay with me longer than any mistake because there’s no closure, no lesson fully learned, just the ache of knowing I could have been braver. Watching Bar Boys reminded me that growth isn’t about avoiding failure; it’s about choosing courage while the moment is still there.

Failure at least means I tried, that I showed up and risked being seen, risked losing. But missed chances linger quietly - they replay in my head as what ifs, as moments I was too afraid, too tired, or too unsure to take the leap.

Now I’m ready to come back with more focus and intention, yet the fear lingers - that I might be denied the chance to continue what I started. Still, I hold on to hope that this pause will be seen not as giving up, but as choosing to return stronger and more committed than before.

If you’re not doing your part to help students understand and grow, then setting them up to fail isn’t tough love, it’s just laziness disguised as power. Education should empower, not punish. And if failure is your flex, not your lesson plan, you’re part of the problem.

I’ve been fighting silently, surviving quietly, and pushing through even when no one’s watching.

It’s not just about the number of pages, it’s about the strength it took to write every single one of them. And I’m proud of that.

But here I am, stuck in the same cycle, questioning everything. It’s exhausting. And yet, maybe this time, I’ll learn how to face it differently. Maybe this time, I’ll be gentler with myself.

It holds mirrors to society, gives voice to the silenced, and fuels the fire of change. In every revolution, you’ll find not just warriors - but poets, painters, filmmakers, and storytellers. Because when culture is freed, the people follow.