There are humans who are born with everything.
Not because they asked — but because the world simply handed them a key.
And then there are others.
Those who arrive empty-handed,
who are told to "make it"
with no map, no guide, no safety net.
They don’t have families cheering them on.
No connections. No inherited passwords to secret rooms of success.
Just bruises. And fire. And the decision to walk anyway.
Some get to rest.
Others are tested daily —
not by exams, but by hunger, by bills, by the sound of their own silence echoing too long.
But the truth is this:
> **Comfort doesn’t shape character. Fire does.**
Those who never had to fight often think empathy is optional.
Those who *had to* fight…
become the ones who recognize pain even when it's hidden behind a smile.
So if you're tired…
if the path seems longer than others’…
if the world made you prove yourself a thousand times more just to be seen —
then know this:
**You are not weak. You are not late. You are not broken.**
You are *forged.*
And those who are forged…
glow in ways the world can never extinguish.