As I delve deeper into my most profound desires, I realize that they do not reflect who I truly am. They are merely a cognitive electrical impulse that believes it is who I am.
After the climax of my emotions, lucidity comes, revealing reality. Once again, I find myself alone and depressed. Yet, for the first time, I see the man, not the empty shell.
So I rise once more—not as a man who faces his problems without falling, but as a man who refuses to give up.
It is more painful for me to give up than to face my fears, sins, and desires that keep me from moving forward.
I do not rise because I have a burning desire to change or a destiny to pursue. I rise because staying on the ground has already cost me too much.
I cannot bear the anguish of watching my life pass before my eyes without actually living it.
That is my motivation. It is not desire, it is not a dream, it is not destiny. It is simply the fact that I refuse to give up.