Breathe, we’re only just getting started. You let yourself go a bit. You held on to something I’ll give you that but you let go. You let go of what once was your fire. That will you had to do more than what your body told you it can do. You said that you needed the rest. You said that you already proved to yourself that you could do more. I just don’t get it though. Was that the point? To just do it once and be done with it? To slow down and become normal after having proven to yourself that you are in fact more than you thought. You see now that it’s all bullshit. There is no end to this and there never will be. Rejoice for you have seen the light again. Enjoy the struggle that is to come. It will not end anymore.
Because this is who you are. Not the version that slows down, not the version that clings to comfort, but the one who pushes, who thrives in discomfort, who refuses to settle. You thought the fire was something you had to earn, something that would be validated once and never questioned again. But fire doesn’t last on its own—it must be fed, over and over again, or it dies.
And maybe that’s what happened. Maybe you let yourself believe that the work was finished, that the struggle was just a phase and not a way of life. But you see it now—this isn’t something you do once, this is something you live. This is what separates you from everyone else. The ones who do just enough to prove a point and then fade back into the comfort of mediocrity.
But you? You don’t get that luxury. You’ve already seen what lies beyond your limits, and now you have no choice but to keep going. To build, to refine, to burn brighter than before. Because if you stop, if you let it slip again, you’ll know. And knowing will haunt you far more than any pain the struggle could ever bring.
