π Nobody is destined for greatness.
Earned greatness looks nothing like the myth.
Picture the thousandth repetition of a thing you fumbled on your first attempt, and the long stretch when nobody is watching. Behind that are the friends who lose patience, the savings that drain, the steadier job you turned down and the years that pass with no proof you were right. Other people add the glamour later, once the result is plain to see and youβve already paid for it.
Thereβs a version of you that keeps waiting to feel chosen, and a version that goes down into the hole and gets to work. The first one keeps waiting.
Nobody is born holding greatness.
People build it in the dark, with pebbles in the mouth, long before anyone arrives to applaud.
Source: Nobody is destined for greatness.
Itβs all about the reps.