Do you know what it truly means to never stop?

There is no summit. No finish line.

Just the weight. Always the weight.

Each morning, it waits. Unmoved. Unchanged. But you, you have changed.

You press your palms against its cold defiance and push again. Not because it yields, but because you have grown strong enough to meet it.

The stone does not soften. The hill does not forgive. So your back had to become straighter, your breath steadier. Your will sharpened by repetition, refined in resistance and fail.

Do you know how it feels to move a mountain?

This is not madness. This is not futility. This is devotion in its rawest form.

The muscle of meaning. A fire beneath the burden.

And in that effort, you have become more than the task. More than the pain. You have become the force that never yields.

I will never give up on myself.

Nor will I ever give up on you.

I am Determination.

Have you ever truly felt me?