You know that saying you love so much,
‘There ain’t no rest for the wicked’?
It’s right. There isn’t any.
You can rest when you’re dead.
You already knew that though, didn’t you?
So why am I hearing voices of complaints?
Why are you even allowing them light?
They should be smothered within your mind,
they should be buried under your dreams.
Stop hearing them out and get going.
Rest when you’re done with what you set out to do.
I know this feeling all too well.
Everything hurts, everything sucks.
Nothing is going your way.
Roadblocks after roadblocks.
Everyday, more of you is required.
So what. So what if this is the case?
You are who you say you are, aren’t you?
You don’t need the stars to align.
You don’t need perfect conditions.
What you need is to take one step.
Just one, no matter how heavy it feels.
This path isn’t meant to be smooth.
It’s meant to test every fiber of who you are,
meant to tear you apart so you can rebuild stronger.
Those voices you hear—
the ones whispering doubts,
the ones offering shortcuts—
they don’t know who you’ve become.
Remind them.
Let every step be a shout,
every rep be a roar,
every small act a declaration.
You’ve done this before, haven’t you?
When the world seemed to pile on,
when even your own body told you to stop,
you found a way through.
So what’s different now?
Nothing, except you’re stronger.
Pain? It’s just a signal.
Exhaustion? It’s a badge.
Doubt? It’s just noise.
You’ve been through this fire before.
What’s one more step through it?
One more challenge to prove you can rise?
There’s no rest for you, not yet.
Because you’re not done becoming
who you were always meant to be.
The roadblocks won’t stop,
but neither will you.
You are who you say you are,
and that’s more than enough.
