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Living in a World Full of Demotivators

 


Some days it feels like life is just one long test of patience. Everywhere I turn, there’s someone ready to remind me of what I can’t do. They don’t always shout it out loud — sometimes it’s in their silence, their smirk, the way they walk away when I talk about my dreams.



I try to carry hope like a candle, but around demotivators, the wind is constant. One small comment, one careless laugh, and the flame trembles. It hurts more when it comes from people I trusted to believe in me. Family, friends, the ones who should lift me up — instead, they make me doubt myself.


Living in this kind of world feels heavy. You start questioning everything: Am I really capable? Am I foolish for trying? Should I just stop here? That’s what demotivators do — they plant doubt like seeds, and if I’m not careful, those seeds grow faster than courage.


But even in this noise, I’ve realized something. Their words don’t come from knowing me better. Most times, they speak from their own fears, their own limitations. They see walls where I see doors, and when they can’t imagine walking through, they tell me I shouldn’t either.


It’s lonely sometimes, carrying dreams in a crowd that only points out risks. But loneliness is better than living without trying. I remind myself that their voices are not my truth. My truth is in the moments I push forward despite them — the quiet victories no one claps for, but I know how hard I fought for them.


Yes, life full of demotivators is painful. It makes the path longer, heavier, harder. Yet maybe, just maybe, it also makes the destination brighter. Because when I finally arrive, I’ll know I did it not with applause pushing me, but with my own stubborn heart refusing to give up.

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