Yes, I said it. You’re terrified—not of me, not even of what I do—but of what I represent: the unstoppable, fearless power of individuality.
You shrink in fear because I remind you of your own unfulfilled potential. Every rep I crush, every boundary I shatter, every conventional wisdom I dismantle piece by piece forces you to confront your own mediocrity. It’s uncomfortable, isn’t it? Good. Growth isn’t supposed to be comfortable. Comfort breeds cowardice, and cowardice breeds hate.
You cling to your dogmas, your rules, your precious little boxes labeled “safe” and “acceptable,” because deep down, you’re afraid to step into the blazing fire of true authenticity. You despise me because I embody the audacity you secretly envy. My boldness, my brashness, my refusal to bend to norms—it’s a mirror reflecting your greatest fears.
When I lift, it’s not just metal I’m hoisting—it’s your insecurities, your doubts, your carefully constructed excuses. I toss them aside effortlessly, and it enrages you. You claim it’s arrogance, ego, narcissism. Label it however you like—those words are your shields, weak protections against acknowledging your own cowardice.
But listen closely: your hate only fuels me. Every ounce of bitterness you direct my way gets converted into pure, undiluted rocket fuel, propelling me higher. Your negativity becomes my strength; your cowardice, my courage.
So hate away, coward. While you watch from the sidelines, safe and secure in your fear, I’ll be here dominating, innovating, rewriting the rules, and daring you—just daring you—to break free and join me.