Learning is alive.
It is a gleam through the curtain, with dancing dust.
It’s a cup of hot tea in the aroma of book ink, soaked in afternoon jazz.
Shout at what you have never shouted at,
Gaze at what you have never gazed at,
It could advance or retreat
It might attack or defend when you go forth into the world.
It’s anytime when you are wandering stop or go,
you still see a path leading forward.
Learning is loving yourself.