The Thaneshwar Testimonial

Hesitantly I picked up the pencil A wave of doubt swept over me But for my grade it was essential I’d have fun now and do it later maybe The clock ticked on, but Istayed still The tasks piled on, I had no care The looming deadline became a drill Then came thrill from urgency, once I was aware Was it all worth it, maybe just for today. Broken poem: Hesitantly I picked up the pencil A wave of doubt  swept over me But for my grade  it was essential I’d have fun now. And do it later ? Maybe The clock went tick/tick/tick on,  but I stayed still The tasks piled on,  My thoughts scattered but I had no care The looming deadline  became a last-minute drill Then came the thrill from urgency,  once I was aware Was it all worth it? Maybe just for today. In my broken version of the poem, I disrupted the original structure of the poem with more lines, which create a sense of hesitancy and show somewhat of a flow of thoughts. I also added interruptions within some phra...

  Kintsugi, the art of repairing pots by blatantly showing their cracks in a different color, is representative of how we should all live our lives. Whenever I perform a task, thoughts of how I could’ve done that task better only flood my brain once I’m done with it. For example, I went to a Model UN conference a few weeks ago, but even now, every speech, negotiation, and decision replays in my mind. I kept thinking of ways I could’ve given better speeches or been more persuasive. Even though everyone’s brain works like this to an extent, the difference between me and others is that I can’t get it out of my head. It always bothers me, even after several weeks pass, if I did something as little as getting a question wrong on a test.  That’s why this year my goal is to embrace the mistakes I make, just the way Kintsugi demonstrates it. In many cases, the repaired pots have the cracks highlighted in gold, as if imperfections are worthy of celebration. Just like the pots, I don’t ...