Reflection

Tackling a slick problem like D’Alembert’s paradox— a cylinder set in motion, destined to roll on and on— My fresh numerical method spoke in the same voice, but sparked sharp debate—someone blamed me for ignorance. Until a quip cracked the tension: “D’Alembert’s paradox doesn’t account for lubrication.” Truths can slice deep, sharper than we expect, Yet a wry smile, a joke, can transmute iron into gold. Humor doesn’t erase the sting—it dulls the edge, revealing strength when despair weighs us down. A sense of humor is our forged armor: a spark of joy in the heart, a reluctant laugh on the lips— it signals someone who grasps life's brittle elegance. A gentle jest softens the hardest truths, shading overwhelming realities with grace. When wit stands as a stronghold, even bitter truths echo with less sting. You don’t flee reality—you greet it with a grin— and in that greeting, you find the courage to begin again.