Savage

"Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one." – Bruce Lee

I am a savage.

At the core of my being is the spirit of a savage. A heart and soul filled with raw, untamed passion. It is unbreakable and refuses to give up, even if my body wants to quit. It fuels my mental fortitude, allowing me to push beyond perceived limits. It callouses my mind, protecting me from fear and doubt. It is not amused by the superficial nor does it bow to societal pressure.

It seeks out suffering, reminding me that the struggle is not a challenge but a teacher. It channels discomfort into progress and knows that hard work is a privilege, not a chore. It ignores self-doubt and makes sure I never forget that I am my only excuse, and I refuse to make one.

Discipline is its weapon of choice, and it wields it with ruthless precision. Adaptability is its superpower, giving me the ability to shift focus, recalibrate, and move forward with courage. While it knows the journey is as important as the destination, it does not back down from competition. It seeks to dominate with integrity. It is a loyal spirit and permits me to see full commitment in my reflection.

My savage spirit removes scales from my eyes and reveals the truth of my efforts. It never sleeps and jolts me awake each morning reminding me that my job is not done.