17/10/2025
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We always admire airplanes slicing through the sky,
Always looking up when we hear the roaring sound of aircraft.
We adore the perfectly tailored dress,
Cascading with every move,
Shining throughout the night.
We applaud the crowns and medals,
Until the stage overflows with praises for every win.
But do any of you ever pauseโ
And peek beneath the shimmers?
Have thoughts run through your minds,
Wondering about the journey behind what you see?
Has anyone notice the grease-smudged hands,
Eyes scanning every surface while ears stay tuned to the hum of engines.
The long years spent in learning, enhancing,
Until each button became second nature,
And muscle memory etched into the palms of every pilot.
Has anyone feel the needle's prick
On exhausted fingers, stiff as branches?
The strained eyes,
Locked as threads danced through the dress,
The aching body as bead by bead was stitched,
Like building constellations with thread.
Has anyone witnessed the crumpled papers scattered around,
The trembling hands stained with ink of every word?
The eyes dimmed by sleepless nights,
and stained by the tears of silent failures.
Has anyone watched a student walked across the stage
And seen the trailing shadows of self-doubt?
Has any of you also seen the look of student's face
when exhaustion took over them?
Has anyone heard when a name called with Latin honors
And listened past the affirmationsโ
To the echo of countless "I give up" conversation with self,
To the lingering echo of teachers announcing low scores?
Has anyone felt the weight of the medals hanging from the neck,
As heavy as the burden of combined expectations
And weight of every examโ
Making the student stumbled,
And pinned to the ground?
We admire the flight,
We adore the dress,
We applaud the success,
But do we see the hands that built them?
Do we notice the pain and bumps?
Do we cheer for the journey behind it?
๐ฆ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒโ
Peek, appreciate, breathe,
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