My sweat
This was never meant to be easy.
Every drop of sweat that slides down my skin is a promise i made to myself. I made a vow that no matter how tough it gets, I will never give up. Every tear that falls isn’t weakness, it’s power, it’s proof. Proof that I care deeply. That I hurt and that I want this.
I’ve been stretched to my limits and had my worth questioned.
I’ve fought battles in silence when no one was watching but I kept turning up for me.
You think chasing personal greatness is glamorous? Think twice. It’s early mornings and late nights. It’s pushing through exhaustion when your body begs for rest.
It’s believing in something no one else can see.
It’s failure, repeated failure but waking up again and again and again.
Damn, I’ve been overlooked and underestimated but my sweat speaks louder than their doubt. I let my tears water the roots of the future I’m building.
I’m not in competition with anyone else other than myself. This is personal. This is about being better than the person I was yesterday.