I admire people who keep going.
Not the polished ones.
Not the perfect ones.
Not the ones life gifted with comfort.
I admire the ones who rebuild themselves quietly.
The ones who crawl out of their old programming.
The ones who change without applause, without support, without anyone asking how they are.
I admire people who talk honestly.
Who tell the truth even when it makes them look weak.
Who look at the wreckage of their life and say, “Fine — I’ll start here.”
Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to discipline now.
To writing.
To drawing.
To cleaning up my life piece by piece.
Because survival disguised itself as mediocrity —
and I’m finally learning the difference.
I admire people who don’t quit.
Maybe because I’m finally becoming one of them.
Leave a Reply