Wittten off. Ignored. Not believed in. Who cares really.
What I want in life doesn’t have to matter to anyone but me. They don’t have to know my passion or have my drive. It took me a while to figure that out. I thought that everyone had to want to see me succeed but was I so wrong. There’s always parts of a story that can be rewritten. Now I apply that to my own life. I’m not my mistakes or shortcomings. I’m not my failures. Just because I have procrastinated does not mean I’m a procrastinator. Those things don’t have to define me. I’m no perfect man but I can evolve and learn.