"Why are you staring at me like that? Who even are you?"

"I'm you."

"...That’s not possible."

"I'm the version of you that you were meant to become. The one you used to dream about. The one you slowly buried under fear, doubt, and excuses."

"Then why do you look at me like I’m worthless?"

"Because you’ve become someone even you can’t stand to be. You flinch at your reflection. You walk through your life like a stranger. You smile, but it never reaches your eyes. And the worst part? You’ve stopped trying."

"...I never meant for this to happen."

"But you let it. You chose silence when your heart screamed for expression. You chose fear when your soul begged for courage. You chose numbness over healing."

"I didn’t know how to be better."

"You did. But you were tired. And tired turned into avoidance. Avoidance into apathy. Now here we are — me, fading into a memory. And you, pretending you're okay in a life that doesn't feel like yours anymore."

"...I am tired."

"No. You’re not tired. You’re comfortable. Too comfortable. You’ve mistaken safety for peace. You think survival is the same as living. But it’s not. It’s killing me… and you know it."

"Killing you? I created you. I wrote you into existence. How dare you act like you’re above me? I could end you with a single choice — just stop writing. You’re nothing without me."

"You still don’t get it. You can’t kill me. I’m not just a character. I’m the echo of your truth. I don’t survive because you write — I survive because you remember. Forget who you are, forget your purpose... and I’ll vanish. Not with drama, not with noise — just silence. And when I go, what’s left of you will begin to rot. Not physically. But mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually."

"This is insane. I have a good job now. The salary isn’t bad. I might even get a raise soon. I have responsibilities — my parents, my sister… you know what we’ve been through. And you're telling me to throw all that away? To chase some fragile dream? What if I fail? What if I lose everything? What will people think?"

"You're asking the wrong questions. The real question is: What if you succeed? What if the life you're scared to pursue is the only one where you truly feel alive? And tell me — when did they start living your life for you? You weren’t born to impress society. You were born to become yourself. Every day you deny that, a part of you dies. And one day, there will be nothing left but a smile that lies, and a life that feels like a cage."

"Do you want to see real happiness in your family?"

"...Of course I do."

"Then why are you settling for making ends meet, when you once dreamed of changing their world? You remember, don’t you? The way you used to imagine handing your dad the keys to a new house, surprising your mom with everything she never asked for but always deserved. You promised you'd make it all happen."

"...I remember."

"Then stop pretending this grey version of life is enough. Don’t you want to surprise your family — not just with gifts, but with who you became? Don’t you want your little sister to look at you and say, ‘That’s who I want to be like’? Don’t you want your parents to be proud — not just quietly, but the kind of proud that makes their eyes shine in front of strangers?"

"...I do. More than anything."

"Then why are you living like you’ve already given up? Why are you feeding the doubts of those who said you’d never make it? Why are you proving them right, instead of proving yourself right?"

"...Because I’m scared. Of failing. Of being laughed at. Of losing everything."

"You already are losing everything — just slower. Every day you don't try, you give a piece of your future away. And every time you silence that dream, you turn down the volume of your own life. Until one day, all that’s left is noise — the kind that fills your head at night and whispers, 'What if? What if? What if?'"

"...I don’t want to live like that."

"Then don’t. You don’t have to become some reckless hero overnight. You just have to start. Take one risk. Make one bold choice. Write that story. Build that project. Share your idea. Fail if you must — but fail loudly, with purpose. That’s how you grow. That’s how you fight for yourself."

"...But will it ever be enough? For them? For me?"

"If you’re doing it from the heart — for the right reasons — it will be more than enough. You'll become the person you once believed you could be. And when that day comes — when you look your parents in the eye and say, ‘I did it’ — they’ll know. They’ll feel it. That’s the kind of success money can’t buy."

"...And what if I don’t make it all the way?"

"Then you’ll still have walked a road worth walking. You’ll still find pieces of joy, love, truth, and strength along the way. And that — that is living. Not surviving. Not existing. But living. That’s what you owe yourself."

"Don’t stop until you’re dead — physically. And even then, if there’s a single breath left, a single crack of light, strive for it. Crawl if you must. Because dreams don’t need comfort, they need obsession."

"Don’t be like them — the ones who give up too early and pretend they never cared. Don’t die in silence, with your name whispered only in your hometown like a passing memory. Die in echoes — let the whole world know you existed."

"You think you were born just to pay bills and fit in? You were meant to shift the earth. To leave a mark so deep that generations after you don’t just remember your name — they carry it."

"Die in a way that even when your body is gone, your story still breathes. Let the world remember not just that you lived, but that you changed something. That because of you, things were never the same again."

"Live in such a way that your entire bloodline shifts because of you. That your family tree breaks its patterns because you dared to do what no one else had the courage to. Become the one they speak of like a legend. Let your last name fade into your first. So that when they say it — when they say your name — people don’t ask 'Who?'… they say, 'Him. Her. The one who rose. The one who screamed into existence and never let go.'"

When they say your name, let it thunder — not as a sound, but as a feeling. Let it shake the silence. Let it stop time. Let it mean something.

"Be so undeniable that history can’t write itself without you. Be so loud that silence forgets how to reach you. And if you ever forget why — remember this: You weren’t made to be ordinary. You were made to be unforgettable."

"And one day — when your body rests, and the world goes quiet — let it not be your voice they forget, but your silence they feel. Let your absence be so loud, it becomes a roar across time."

"Let the stars spell your name, not out of luck, but out of legacy. Let your story be the blueprint for every soul that ever felt small, every heart that ever doubted its worth."

"Because you… you weren’t made to fade.
You were made to burn — to light the dark, to lead the lost, to break every chain with nothing but the weight of your will."

So don’t stop. Not now. Not ever.
Not until the world remembers why it had the privilege of knowing your name."

Live loud. Die legendary.
And may your life scream this truth —
‘I. Was. Here.’