be delusional about your potential

believing in impossible versions of yourself might be the only way to become them

I don’t believe that most people abandon their dreams because they failed. I believe they abandon them long before that. When they believe that failure is inevitable and they do not possess the talent, discipline or conviction to carry their dreams to the end.

People abandon their dreams because somewhere along the way, they stop believing in them.

I often wonder if I have real faith in my dreams?

Not the kind of dreams that feel nice to talk about, but the ones that feel almost unreasonable to say out loud. The kind that makes you imagine a future so vividly you cannot even entertain the idea that it might never happen.

A future where you become the artist you always imagined to be. A future where you travel like time is infinite and your true company is the life that once only existed in your mind.

It’s sounds almost ferocious, this kind of belief. But I have started to think that the faith we place in our potential has everything to do with whether it becomes real.

Our ambition won’t transforms into reality unless our thoughts allow it to first. Unless we dare to believe in something before there is evidence that it will happen.

And yet, despite it all, wanting things can be exhausting. Sometimes when I think about the life I dream of. I get wearied down, I feel the weight of it pressing down on me. I feel as though my heart cannot fully rest because I want something so badly.

Not a passing desire. Not random thought that disappears by the next millisecond.

Something deeper than that.

I want success.

And even writing that feels strange.

The pursuit of becoming more than what holds us today is often celebrated. Although, people admire ambition from a distance, actually chasing it is perceived as embarrassment.

Because success feels unlikely in a world where everyone seems to wear the same color. Where standing out almost feels like breaking an unspoken rule.

And I want to live in this world.

But I also want to stand apart from it.

To want something deeply has its own kind of pain. It hurts to want something so badly that you cannot fully explain it. To feel its weight constantly, yet still feel like you are not doing enough to reach it.

Dreaming big comes with a cost.

It is the constant feeling that you are falling short. The fear that you will never do justice to your own potential.

And sometimes, even worse, the feeling that you might be unworthy of the dream itself.

As if wanting more than what you have been given is somehow too much.

Sometimes I wonder if I must choose. To either become someone great or simply remain myself. I’m not sure if both can exist at the same time.

But still, I will say this:

Be delusional about your potential.

Believe in your dreams with a stubbornness that borders on irrational.

Even if it means failing.

Even if the world laughs at the attempt.

Because the real danger is not failure.

The real danger is drowning in the quiet belief that you were never capable of more.

The road may be vast.
It may never truly end.

But as long as you keep walking, you are still becoming.

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