Education is the slow carving of stone,
each lesson a chisel mark against forgetting.
It is the patient weaving of thought into thought,
threading wonder through the fabric of doubt.

It asks for nothing but the willingness to be remade,
again and again,
to find beauty in what is unfinished.

A book opens like a gate into the unknown;
a voice speaks,and a hundred others awaken.
Failure is not an ending here,but a beginning,
a signal to turn,to dig deeper,
to press hands against the dark walls of ignorance
and feel them tremble.

We learn not just facts,
but the courage to question,
the strength to listen,
the grace to be wrong.

And somewhere,
between the first step and the thousandth,
we become more than we were.