
Who you were is killing who you're supposed to be.
Nobody cares what you did.
What does the scoreboard say now?
You're waiting around for the acknowledgement and a celebration for shit you did years ago that is never coming.
The glory days aren't glorious if you never made new ones.
They become gravestones.
Landmarks of a life that stopped too early.
Real ones don't idolize their past, they upgrade it.
They look back for lessons, not for relevance.
While others reread old wins…
They build new ones that make the old look small.
Fuck who you used to be.
It's keeping you from who you were born to become.
#100to0