Fuckism: You ain’t cursed, you’re just soft. Every time opportunity knocks, you answer with a fucking excuse.
You talk yourself out of moves like it’s a skill.
Convince yourself you’re tired.
That it’s not the right time.
That you’ll “start Monday.”
That’s not self-care—that’s self-sabotage wearing a face mask.
You don’t need another plan.
You need a mental eviction notice for all the weak-ass stories you tell yourself so you don’t have to grow.
You’re not scared of failure. You’re scared of effort.
You’d rather be safe in regret than scarred with results.
And every time you make an excuse?
You rob your future self.
You steal time, momentum, identity—from the version of you who’s trying to fucking evolve.
So stop running your mouth and start running your moves.
Because the only thing standing between you and the life you want—is the bullshit you’re selling yourself daily.
