Fail as many times as it takes. But Never Stop.

Every single person who made history failed, got rejected, or hit rock bottom at some point. The only difference between those who make it and those who don’t? They didn’t stop.

*What if the world told them they wouldn’t make it? What if the universe whispered it into their ears?*

Then they must have whispered back—"Watch me."

Because the world will always have something to say. It will doubt you, test you, throw obstacles in your way, and sometimes even whisper in your own voice, making you think that you’re not enough. But the universe doesn’t decide your limits—you do.

The people who made it? They didn’t wait for permission. They didn’t listen when the world told them *"You can’t."* They just kept going until the world had no choice but to admit—*"You did."*

So if the universe is whispering doubt into your ear, **whisper back louder.** Keep moving, keep proving it wrong, and one day, the world won’t be able to ignore you.

*If it is not engraved in my palms?*

Then you carve it in yourself.

Destiny isn’t something written for you—it’s something you write. If greatness isn’t already in your hands, then you **build it with your bare fists.If the universe didn’t give you a path, then **you forge your own.

You don’t need fate’s permission. You don’t need a prophecy. You just need **the will to keep going**—to turn every doubt, every failure, every whisper of *“You can’t”* into fuel that burns so brightly the world has to step back and watch.

If it’s not engraved in your palms, pick up the knife and carve it in yourself.

*If I try and try and try and try so much more than others, and others still do well?*

Then you keep trying anyway.

It’s frustrating, isn’t it? Watching others succeed with what seems like half the effort. Seeing them get what you’re breaking yourself for. It feels unfair. It feels like the universe is playing favorites.

But here’s the thing—your path is your own. Some people sprint, some people glide, and some people have to crawl through fire to reach the same finish line. But how fast they go has nothing to do with you.

Because in the end, it’s not about them. It’s about you. Your journey. Your growth. Your fight.

The ones who have it easy? They don’t know what it’s like to build resilience, to forge strength from struggle, to own their success because they fought for it. But you will.

So let them have their path. Let them move how they move. You keep going. Because when you make it—and you will—it’ll mean more. It’ll be unshakable, undeniable, yours.