"Polycarp!" Uncle Macho’s voice cut through the noise, waving me over.

"Come here, boy. I have something special for you."

His smile grew wider as I stepped closer.

"Have you ever felt the punch of a poem?"

"I was just sitting here, like now.

Down the path, past those rocks, I spotted a traveler.

All alone.

That could be you someday.”

He wasn’t rushin’, but each step meant something.

You could feel it. His boots hit hard, like his mind was heavy."

"The world wasn’t kind to him.

Dark clouds rolled in. The path was rocky and tough.

But he didn’t stop. Not once. No complaints. Just steady, movin’ forward."

"Then, when he needed it most, a ray of sunlight broke through. Just for a moment, it touched his face.

No cheers, no one sayin’ 'Good job.'

He was alone, but that bit of light? It was enough. He didn’t need anyone to push him."

"And that’s when I got it, Polycarp. Sometimes, you're on your own.

No crowd, no applause.

But that little light?

That’s enough. You keep walkin’, and you’ll go farther than you thought."

"So remember, Polycarp.

The road might be hard and lonely, but if you keep movin’, you’ll find your way.

Just like that traveler.”