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I believe in you


This image is from Rocky Balbao's speech. It's so inspirational and motivates you to pick yourself up from life's struggles. I think it makes you realise that your struggle may be different to others, but nonetheless everyone has struggled and in that sense we are the same, in a society where we have so much that makes us different it is important to realise we all have to struggle to get far. Often we think struggle means weakness, and that once you get hit that's it. But it's not about the struggle it's about how you react, how you deal with it, and no one is going to be there to tell you did well. You need to tell yourself you did well, you did well for getting into college. You did well for facing your fears. It's about self acceptance not society's acceptance, that's when you'll realise your own success. Self assertion is key in your own success and feeling confident in yourself. I always advocate being strong and making yourself proud. Meeting expectations for yourself and no one else. 

 I didn't realise this for a long time. For a long time I wanted others to think I am successful. And I never felt happy with myself. I always felt inadequate. Raising expectations for others might help you sometimes but it is not sustainable because ultimately you're not trying to make yourself happy, after all who's opinion matters more, your own, or society's? 

(This is not to be taken to an extremity , self appreciation is so important but not above God) 

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