When I'm supposed to fly.

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I know things have taken a turn I didn’t expect. But should I really let it consume me? Should I waste time blaming fate, circumstances, or even myself? Deep down, I know none of that will help. in fact, it will only make things worse.

Right now, I see two forces in front of me:

One is beyond my control, like unpredictable twists of life, the so called "luck" that never seems to be on my side.

But the other? That’s in my hands. My ability to stay consistent in my work, to remain patient and composed, to manage my emotions, to keep believing in myself, no matter what.

And here’s what’s interesting: the things under my control carry more weight. That means the game is still mine to play. I still have the upper hand. My chances of winning are still alive. stronger, even.

So why should I stop? Why drown in overthinking when what I need most is to act on what I already know? When I can still choose to be happy?

The truth is, even if I had already “succeeded,” I’d still be the same person in the same body. So, the key to my happiness? It was never tied to success. It was always within me.

I’m one of the most privileged people in many ways. I have the love and support of the people who are too dear to me. Even when I didn’t meet expectations, they never turned away from me. They gave me the freedom to pursue what I truly love and to be myself and nothing else.

So why am I sitting here like a sad bird in the nest, when I’m meant to spread my wings and fly????

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