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Sometimes
I feel like
I am not
A person.
But a mirror.
Reflecting
Other people’s
Insecurities.
Their fear
Of trying.
Their hesitation
To begin.
Their doubt
To continue.
They see me
Attempting —
And suddenly
They remember
Everything
They postponed.
Self-actualisation
Isn’t applause.
It’s isolation.
It’s standing
At the edge
Of comfort
And still
Leaning forward.
Depth
Is not
Peaceful.
It’s pressure.
A slow
Internal
Tearing
Of excuses.
A suffocation
Of average
Expectations.
Out-of-box thinking
Feels like
Becoming
A beast.
Hungry
For truth.
Restless
For growth.
Impatient
With mediocrity.
But the world
Doesn’t celebrate
Beasts.
It waits
For them
To fail.
To burn out.
To collapse
Under
Their own
Ambition.
And when
You hesitate —
You become
A feast
For the beast
Of doubt.
For the predator
Called
Procrastination.
For the hunter
Named
Validation.
Either
I consume
My fear —
Or
It consumes
My future.
There’s no
Neutral
Ground
In growth.
Self-actualisation
Demands
Sacrifice.
Old habits.
Safe identities.
Familiar limits.
I am not
Running
From insecurity.
I am
Digesting it.
Turning
Comparison
Into clarity.
Turning
Judgment
Into direction.
Depth
Is where
Comfort
Drowns.
And purpose
Learns
To breathe.
So if
Becoming
A beast
Is the cost —
I accept.
Because
I refuse
To be
The feast.
