As children, I remember how we used to sharpen our blunt HB Apsara pencils to needlelike points.
Layers of sharpenings would fall to reveal newer surfaces, sharper tips: every blunt point meant that another sharpening session was long overdue.
…Journey in life has been very similar.
While the sharp points of accolades and triumphs have added joy to every moment, the greatest breakthroughs have come from the blunt ends, the frustrated moments of low self-esteem, from the so-called failures.
Every closed door has lead to a window of opportunity in personal transformation.
Every sharpening has revealed some resplendent part inside of me, a very important part that had been kept under wraps
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