Every day, we wake up with a fire in our mind. We wake up with heartfelt dreams and ideas that won't die. We're not lazy. We're not lost. We're simply trying to build something from nothing. But what do we receive instead of support and encouragement? Insults. Mockery. Laughter. They say we're wasting our time. They look at us and shake their heads. They laugh behind our backs. Some even laugh in our faces. You're trying too, they say sarcastically. Find something sensible. You're chasing shadows. It's painful. It's profound. But we keep standing. We keep dreaming. Because they don't see what we see. They don't see the sleepless nights. They don't see the hunger we endure. They don't see the prayers, the fasting, the discipline. They don't see the planning, the sacrifices. They don't understand that what we do is beyond us. They think we're just playing. But we're evolving. Slowly. Constantly. They say we're wasting our time. They mock our efforts. They minimize our creativity. Who sees this? they say. Just kidding. But deep down, they're afraid. Afraid that we'll actually succeed. Afraid that our light will shine too brightly and reveal their own lack of vision. They laugh because they're confused. They insult us because they don't understand the fire within us. We're not wasting time. We're discovering our purpose. We're honing our gifts. We're testing our strength. Every step we take is progress. Every mistake we make is a lesson. We're not perfect, but we're not giving up. We know what we're doing. It may not be obvious to them, but we're planting seeds. And one day, those seeds will germinate. We use what we have. We don't have millions. We don't have giant cameras or high-end equipment. But we have passion. We have stories. We have something inside that won't shut up. So we keep going. We keep writing, performing, creating, editing, thinking, building. And yet, they say we're wasting our time. Let them talk. Let them laugh. Let them insult us. But don't let them say we didn't try. Don't let them say we gave up because of their words. Because one day yes, one day, those same people who laugh at us will sit in front of a screen and see what we did, and they will remember. They will remember that we started from nothing. They will remember that we didn't give up.
They will applaud, but it will be too late. We don't do this for their approval. We don't do this to impress anyone. We do this because it defines us. It's what we were born to do. It's our calling. It's our passion. And passion doesn't die just because people don't understand it. They say we're wasting our time. But what is a real waste of time? Trying to build something worthwhile or sitting back and criticizing those who dare? Overcoming difficulties or mocking those who pursue their dreams? The real waste of time is not trying at all. The real waste of time is fear. The real waste of time is silence. And we refuse to be silent. We will continue to express ourselves through our work.
Let them insult us. But don't let them say we didn't try. Don't let them say we gave up because of their words. Because one day yes, one day, those same people who laugh at us will sit in front of a screen and see what we did, and they will remember. They will remember that we started from nothing. They will remember that we didn't give up. They will applaud, but it will be too late. We don't do this for their approval. We don't do this to impress anyone. We do this because it defines us. It's what we were born to do. It's our calling. It's our passion. And passion doesn't die just because people don't understand it. They say we're wasting our time. But what is a real waste of time? Trying to build something worthwhile or sitting back and criticizing those who dare? Overcoming difficulties or mocking those who pursue their dreams? The real waste of time is not trying at all.
The real waste of time is fear. The real waste of time is silence. And we refuse to be silent. We will continue to express ourselves through our work. We will tell our stories. We will create our scenes. We will act. We will produce. We will write. We will grow. It may take time. It may cost us tears. But we do not give up. No matter how many times we are told we are wasting our time, we persevere. Because in the end, we are not in this just for the fame or the applause. We do it because it makes us feel alive. We do it because we believe in ourselves, even if no one else does. We do it for those who will come after us. For those who will one day say, "It's because of them I didn't give up." So laugh if you want. Inform us if you want. But we know what we carry inside. And when our time comes, we will rise again, and the mouths that mocked us will fall silent. We are not wasting our time. We are becoming who we were meant to be. Thank you for your time and God bless you all.
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