I am never going to give up on my dreams even when my insecurities get the best of me. Even when the voice in the back of my mind tells me that I am not good enough, that I don’t have what it takes, that my chances of success are slim.
I am never going to give up on my dreams even when the world gives me plenty of opportunities to do so. Even when I get criticized. Even when I get rejected. Even when family members and friends tell me that I am wasting my potential by chasing a pipe dream.
I am going to persist, even when the journey feels pointless, because I can never tell how close my destination actually is. I could be closer than I realize. I could be so close that giving up now would be the biggest mistake of my life.
I am never going to give up on my dreams because I have been taught not to settle. I refuse to lower my standards with love. With friendships. And with my career. I am going to hold out for the future that I have been fantasizing about since I was small. I am going to try my hardest to reach the place where I belong.
I am never going to give up on my dreams because my passion is what keeps me going. It is the thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. It is the thing that makes me feel alive. It is the thing that makes me feel like I have a purpose, like I have a good reason to live, even when the world is throwing out excuses for me to want to die.
I am never going to give up on my dreams because I am willing to work my ass off to get where I want to go. I am not hoping for a magical phone call that will change my life overnight, I am not being childish. I am putting in the hours. Putting in the effort. I am taking the necessary steps toward success. I am doing everything I can possibly do to create my dream life.
I am never going to give up on my dreams because they matter more to me than anything else. They matter more than getting a real job and making enough money to buy a new car and a high-end apartment. They matter more than finding my forever person and having a happily ever after. My dreams matter more to me than anything else. They are what I think about late at night and when I soak in the shower.
I am never going to give up on my dreams because I believe that I can reach them. There is a skeptical part of me, a part that tells me to be realistic, but there is also a hopeful part. A part that tells me to keep going. A part that is never going to give up. A part that is never going to die.