Fuckism: Falling is inevitable. Quitting is a goddamn choice. You’re gonna eat shit.Not once. Not twice. On repeat.Face first into the dirt—ego cracked, pride bruised, hope limping behind. You think that means you’re broken?Nah. That means you’re in motion.Because statues don’t fall. They just sit there. Frozen. Pointless. Safe. But you? You moved. You dared. […]
Fuckism: They may have fucked you up—but it’s your job to unfuck yourself. Yeah, your childhood was a shitshow.Dad was absent.Mom was controlling.Or maybe they both meant well and still screwed it all up anyway. Guess what?That’s called being human.And yeah, it leaves scars.But if you’re still blaming them in your 30s,Still letting their dysfunction
Fuckism: Half-assing it? That’s just preloading your excuse. You showed up.Sort of.You did the work.Kind of.You said you’d give it your all—Then handed it your maybe. And now?You’re prepping your apology like it’s a backup plan.“Things got busy.”“Wasn’t the right time.”“I didn’t really want it anyway.” Bullshit.You wanted the out more than the outcome.You wanted
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Fuckism: The mountain looks huge—until you realize you built the damn thing. Standing there, paralyzed.Looking up at this beast of a mountain.Overwhelmed. Intimidated.Convinced it’s too much, too high, too hard. But here’s the twist, kid:That mountain?It’s yours. Not yours like belonging to you.Yours like you built that bitch.Brick by brick—Every doubt.Every excuse.Every story you told
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