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Built For This
Rain. Pouring rain.
It is as dull outside as it has ever been, but there is only one thing I can hear. Not even the pounding drops can drown out the noise in my head.
“You can’t do it. You won’t do it. You weren’t built to be great.”
That voice drives me insane.
I ask myself every time: Why can’t I? Why won’t I? Was I really not built for the life I have always wanted?
Is it me? Did I mess up somewhere along the way? Did I do something to make people doubt me?
Maybe it is because I was never like everyone else.
And that thought burns. Because you start to wonder if maybe they are right. Maybe you are not enough.
I think about this all the time. No matter where I go or how much I accomplish, I still hear the same thing.
“You will never make it.”
But here is what I have learned:
No one knows the battles we fight. No one sees the nights we stare at the ceiling, trying to believe in ourselves when the world does not. No one feels the sweat running down our backs when we are working long after everyone else has quit. No one counts the tears we have hidden, the silent moments of wanting to give up but refusing to.
They do not see it. But we live it.
And maybe that is the point. Because this is not about proving them wrong. It is about proving ourselves right.
We can do it. We will do it.
We were built for this.
I know it now, and if you are reading this, I want you to know it too: the world is ours.
Not because someone handed it to us, but because we have bled for it, worked for it, clawed for it when no one was watching.
The story is not over. In fact, it is just beginning.
And this time, when that voice whispers, “You can’t do it.” I will smile.
Because it is wrong.
I can.
I will.
And so will you.
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