Bluffs

We tell ourselves such elaborate lies at times—some to keep our spirits alive, most to keep ourselves from falling apart. When do we call bluff on those? We see lies in everyone's eyes but our own.

Our true potential might be much lower than we choose to believe, our aspirations much higher than what we can ever achieve. Yet, we persist, convincing ourselves that we are meant for greatness, that the universe is merely waiting for the right moment to grant us our due.

Wishful thinking, manifestations—these work for the deserving, for the doer. They don’t work for the talker, the dreamer who never moves beyond their imagination, the one who waits for fate to intervene instead of carving their own path. The world doesn’t reward intention; it rewards action.

So, at what point do we stop telling ourselves these tales? At what point do we strip away the illusion and see ourselves for who we truly are? Perhaps, the greatest tragedy is not in failing to achieve our dreams, but in never realizing that we were never really trying.