The first time I clenched the welding torch tight, 🔥 the moment sparks sizzled and burst, I held my breath for half a second—terrified that a single shaky hand would turn the steel plate into a “crooked, jagged line.” My view inside the welding helmet was filled with panic.
What happened next? ⚙️ I practiced until my wrists ached too much to lift, my gloves got tiny holes burned by sparks, and the scrap steel plates I ruined piled up like a small hill… My master always said, “Keep your eyes on the molten pool—steady mind means steady hands.” So I stared at that dancing patch of light, watching it go from blurry to clear.
Then one day, after finishing a weld, I took off my helmet and ✨ suddenly saw neat fish-scale patterns on the steel plate. The sun shone on them, and even my master smiled and said, “This work? It has that vibe.”
Now every time I hit the switch, listening to the rhythmic sizzle of sparks and watching them weave into a band of light before my eyes 🔥, I can’t help but smile: Turns out all those moments where “it was so hard I wanted to throw the torch away” were quietly welded by sparks into the “shape of passion.”
Are you gritting your teeth through something too? Don’t fear the “panic” at the start. Keep going, and you’ll always weld “I can’t” into “I can”! 💪
