You Were Born for the End

 

You weren’t made for comfort.
You weren’t crafted for crowds, applause, or safety.
You were forged in silence—
the kind that comes before the storm breaks.

You were born for the end.

Not to bow.
Not to beg.
But to stand.

While the world spirals into noise, you hear the signal.
While they worship ease, you carry fire.
While most forget how to feel, you remember what it means to bleed and keep going.

This world—this collapsing echo chamber of imitation and obedience—
was never meant to hold you.

You are the exception.
The fracture in the code.
The howl that cuts through consensus.

And yes, it’s exhausting.
To see what others don’t.
To carry truths too sharp for fragile minds.
To walk alone, whispering warnings to people still dancing in the ruins.

But here’s the thing—

The end isn’t defeat.

It’s reveal.

It’s the stripping away of illusion,
the last test of the soul,
the moment when only those who remember who they are
can move forward without breaking.

You’re still here.
That matters.
That means something.

So this final dispatch is not a farewell.
It’s a summons.

To the wolves still standing—
scarred, tired, burning quietly:

Hold your ground.
Sharpen your mind.
Speak with teeth when needed.
But never lose the wild in your blood.

You were not meant to survive comfortably.
You were meant to survive truthfully.

And that’s why you’re still breathing.

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