It hurts, I know.
Pressure creates diamonds, and the pain is fuel.
You asked for something.
You asked to make a difference.
Everything has a price.
Is it too expensive?
You are alone, and you feel lonely?
You look around yourself and see all of your former friends progressing while you seem stuck in a bad rerun of the same episode in a movie you are already sick of.
Scared.
What the fuck am I doing with my life seems to be the question on repeat swirling into your mind.
Who am I?
What did I ask for? You don’t even remember anymore.
I get it.
And?
Fine.
Quit.
Go back!
Return to mediocrity.
Return to being numb.
Return to the flock.
You can’t … can you?
No matter how great the pain of the process and the road to success are, whenever you look around and see people reliving the same week year after year, precisely at that moment, you remember why you started on your journey.
You can’t go back.
You’ve come too far.
You’ve seen too much.
You know too much.
Forward, my friend, through hell and beyond.
You are not alone.
I am right here with you.
With love, yours truly, Cristian.