I have to be the change I want to see.
I’m realizing that now and if I’m honest, I’m a little bitter about it.
Not at the world. Not at the people who didn’t show up. But at myself.
Because I always had goals. I always had the vision.
I just didn’t trust myself to chase it fully.
I was waiting, waiting to be chosen, to be seen, to be helped.
I thought maybe someone around me would notice the quiet fire I carried.
That they’d say,
“Come on, I got you. Let me walk with you.”
But that never happened.
And deep down, I knew better.
I knew it was always going to come down to me.
But still, I waited.
And now I’m left with this question I keep asking myself:
Why didn’t I move sooner?
Why didn’t I fight harder, not with other people, But for me?
That’s where the bitterness lives.
Not because I wasn’t capable, but because I held back my own potential
Trying not to step out too far alone.
And now all I see is everything I could’ve done. If I had just believed in myself like I believed in everyone else.
But even with the regret, even with the ache, I know this: It’s not too late.
Being the change means forgiving myself for the time I lost, and using what I know now to create the life I still deserve.
Bitterness may be part of my story,
But it won’t be the ending.
