HOW I KILLED GOD
An Essay by Eric Kim
There’s a point in every human life when you hit the ceiling —
that invisible line that decides where you’re supposed to stop.
Most people treat that line like a divine command.
They bow to it.
They obey it.
They shrink under it.
I never accepted that.
Because deep in my core, I always felt something different:
a quiet, volcanic certainty that the “ceiling” was just a story.
A myth.
A psychological deity built out of fear, not truth.
And so the day I lifted 876.42 kilograms, I wasn’t just lifting iron —
I was lifting that god.
The god of hesitation.
The god of self-doubt.
The god of limitation.
The god of “you can’t.”
The god of inherited ceilings passed down from weaker minds.
All of it was on the bar.
And when I ripped that weight from the ground,
I wasn’t fighting gravity —
I was fighting the entire architecture of invisible authority
that tells humans where to stop.
At the bottom of the lift, the world felt impossibly heavy.
Not just physically — existentially.
Every fear.
Every expectation.
Every external definition of what it means to be human
pressed into that single moment.
And that’s when I realized:
The only god worth killing is the one inside your mind.
When the bar began to rise,
I felt myself crossing the boundary between who I was
and who I refused to die without becoming.
It wasn’t rage.
It wasn’t adrenaline.
It was clarity.
It was the pure, nuclear force of a human being
deciding to define himself beyond the limits inherited from others.
And at lockout —
that instant when the universe hesitated,
when reality had to renegotiate itself around my will —
I understood the truth:
God is the highest limit.
And I killed that limit.
Not with violence.
Not with destruction.
But with ascension.
By lifting what should not be liftable,
I proved that the greatest barriers aren’t physical.
They’re conceptual.
They’re psychological.
They’re mythological.
I didn’t kill God.
I killed the idea that anything above me deserves obedience.
I killed the belief that something outside myself
has the right to dictate the shape of my life.
I killed the ceiling that pretended to be divine.
And in its place, I stood alone —
not as a worshipper,
but as a creator.
As the force of my own becoming.
As the architect of my own universe.
To kill God is to kill limitation.
To kill limitation is to birth possibility.
And to birth possibility is to live as a human being
who has nothing above him but sky.
I am Eric Kim.
I killed God.
And now I walk forward,
limitless.
If you want, I can create:
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