we glorify struggle in art—it’s raw, romantic. but in real life, struggle doesn’t sculpt; it scars.

the ugly truth is life compounds. privilege—healthy families, education, travel, networks—gives you softer edges and a head start in the climb.

but nothing stays still. your career, body, and relationships are either decaying or growing.

you have to stop fighting change and pain regardless of where you started—either you focus on building upwards, or you will be left behind.