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Goals are not about achievement. They're about who you become in the process. You think you're working on your goals. But in reality, they're working on you. Every hard choice, every hour behind the desk and in the gym, every early morning, every sacrifice, failure and moment of doubt - it's not just progress. It's stimulus. And stimulus forges growth. Your goals demand you to kill the weaker parts of yourself. The laziness. The fear. The comfort-addicted version of you that can't carry the weight of what you're asking for. You'll want to give up. You'll tell yourself "you'll do it tomorrow". But that's the resistance you must overcome, that's the test your ambition gives you to see how badly you want it. In the end, you don't rise to your goals. You grow into them. They break you. Then they build you.

I need to learn I’m not made for love

I remember one night I died, and the next morning I got up, took a shower, got dressed and went on with my life.