𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒

It’s always the loudest ones
who’ve done the least
that try to tell you
what you can’t do.
Weak minds,
small hearts,
heavy with fear—
they see strength and mistake it for threat.

They don’t build.
They block.
They don’t climb.
They cage.

And if they can’t reach the stars,
they’ll tell you they don’t exist.

See, weak people wear masks of power.
They act bold in packs
but fold when they’re alone.
They don’t want your light—
they just don’t want to sit in their own darkness.

So they talk.
They whisper.
They cast doubt like spells.
They sabotage your steps
because your rise reminds them
of how long they’ve been sitting.

You ever notice
how threatened a weak soul gets
when a strong one walks in with vision?
They’ll call you arrogant
when all you did was believe.
They’ll call you "too much"
when really—
they’re not enough
to handle your fire.

But here’s the truth:
You don’t dim your flame
just because it blinds cowards.

You don’t shrink your stride
because someone else is stuck.

You rise anyway.
You build anyway.
You lead anyway.

Because strength ain’t just muscle—
it’s mindset.
It’s moving forward
even with daggers in your back.
It’s refusing to fold
when they bet on your fall.

Let them be afraid.
Let them talk.

You’re not here to make the fearful comfortable.
You’re here to make impact.
To be undeniable.
To win out loud.

So let the weak intimidate—
you intimidate back with action.
And when they try to stop you—
don’t break.
Break through.