What principles define how you live?

They’ll tally your worth in lines and rows,
Mark your successes by how high they go.
A grade on a paper, a figure on scales,
The numbers scream loudly, but they tell only tales.

But I refuse to be boxed, defined, or confined,
By digits that cage the expanse of my mind.
The heart I pour into each uphill fight,
Speaks volumes beyond what’s seen in plain sight.

For it’s not the score but the spark in your stride,
The fire that flickers though storms may collide.
Diligence carved in the creases of toil,
Tenacity grown from the depths of the soil.

You press through the night when the world seems asleep,
Sowing seeds of a promise you’re destined to reap.
Not measured in sums or pinned to a chart,
But written in love and the will of your heart.

Compassion shapes every act you embrace,
A quiet strength that time cannot erase.
For kindness endures when numbers decay,
And perseverance will carry the weary halfway.

When the road gets steep, and failure is near,
Remember the courage that conquered your fear.
It’s the journey endured, not the points in the race,
That carve out the legacy time won’t replace.

At the close of it all, when the curtain must fall,
No weight can be placed on the worth of your call.
No scale can hold what your soul gave away,
No sum can define what your heart chose to say.

In the end, it’s not measures but meaning that shows,
For the seeds of your best are the ones that will grow.
And though victory bends to the winds of the unknown,
When you give it your all, the best is your own.