own ur shyte.

 

the past is past. u cant fcukin change it, cant rewind it, cant take it back. but here’s the truth: it doesnt need to be fixed. the past din come to break u; it came to build u, whether u liked it or not.

every choice, every mistake, every heartbreak - all those moments dat left u wit a few scars - they’ve made u who u r. those scars? they’re not baggage; they’re proof u’ve been thru hell and kept going. they’re reminders dat life doesnt go easy on anyone, but u r still here. 

and.dat’s.fcukin.somethg.

the past isnt ur prison. it’s ur proof. proof u survived. proof u learned. proof u can handle whatever shyte comes next. u cant certainly rewrite it, but u sure as hell dun have to let it define u. rmbr dat.

so dun waste another second looking back wit regret or forward wit fear. stand up in the present and own every fcukin damn part of ur story. i mean, u gotta own ur shyte well. let the past sit in the rearview, but dun forget to appreciate wat it taught u. move forward wit it as ur fuel, not ur anchor, and build somethg real - somethg dat isnt tied down by wat’s already done.