Last night, as I returned home from work, a thought struck me: the people around me often used insults as a twisted form of motivation. I've never understood this approach. It's a stage I've been through in life, one that led me to constantly compare myself to others' successes, making me feel like a failure. Ironically, I was achieving things they couldn't, yet their remarks always made me question my worth.
For instance, whenever I achieved something, their reaction was always skeptical, questioning the validity of my success. Despite the pain these experiences caused, they also fueled my progress. I remember hearing comments like, "Oh look, it's graduation season. Those high school kids are getting out of school, and they're going to take all the jobs. You'll be broke."
In reality, while those high school graduates were just stepping into the workforce, I was traveling from state to state, earning money in ways they couldn't even fathom. No one believed in the legitimacy of my work except me. It's a testament to persistent perseverance. I may not fit the conventional image of success, but I am certainly not a failure.
Through all the doubts and criticisms, I've learned that success isn't always about fitting into societal expectations. It's about persevering and staying true to your path, even when no one else believes in it. And in that sense, I've found my own version of success.
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