Greatness is not kind. It does not whisper. It does not waitIt demands everything—the blood in your veins, the fire in your soul, the pain you hide behind your eyes. It asks who you are willing to become when the world turns its back.Becoming the kind of person who does not flinch when the world turns against him. Who does not slow down when the road turns cruel. Who does not fear breaking because he knows that only those who shatter can rebuild themselves into something greater.They will call you mad. They will tell you to stop. But they don’t hear the roar in your chest, the voice that won’t let you rest. The kind of hunger that does not settle. The kind of dream that does not fade.You do not run for applause. You do not fight for glory. You do it because there is no other way to live.Run until the earth cannot hold you. Burn until the stars take your name. Chase until destiny has no choice but to bow before you.