I’m pretty sure I’m not smart or talented in any way. Success is just the only option for me, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes. Call me competitive or call me a tryhard. I wouldn’t disagree with you.
That’s what I am.
Some people are just privileged or naturally blessed with gifts and amazing talents. They seem to coast through life being celebrated by the people around them. I’d lie if I said I weren’t jealous, but I’m sure they deserve the success they garner.
As for me, I basically started with nothing, but life has built me up to be resourceful and resilient. I didn’t have much, but I did what I could with what I had. I wasn’t smart, but I studied for long hours nightly to get through school. I wasn’t talented, but I still tried. With practice and patience, I got better.
It’s always tough. It’s never easy. I swear that sometimes, it feels like the universe is conspiring against me. It seems to be forcing me to give up on my goals already. One can spend all of this time in his head planning for success and then be completely thrown off by one of life’s curveballs yet again!
Misfortune is a constant presence that follows me wherever I go and there’s nothing I can do about it. Luck is not something I can control, but I can lessen my proximity to the worst-case scenario by overthinking my every step. It’s exhausting, but it sure does work.
Call me cocky or overconfident, but really I’m just opportunistic, and totally unafraid of failure. Why would I be afraid of something I treasure more than the accomplishments I’ve achieved over the years?
My mistakes fuel my growth by making me realize areas of myself I can still improve on. Every time I fall is just an opportunity for me to get back up stronger and try harder this time around.
I know that no matter how much effort I put in, I’ll never be better than the best there is, but that’s just not the competition I’m in.
I’m aiming to be the best version of myself in this life.
And trust me, I’ll come out the greatest.