It has been a constant battle of “what wolf wins?” lately, and it came to a point tonight that I realized the one I feed is taking the victory by storm.

I call it rage.

Sometimes it’s pain, other times it’s anger.

I hadn’t felt this familiar nudge for a long time. Or maybe I had but I was so used to keeping it hidden at the far back of my chafe closet that letting it out was a waste of time for someone who’d rather work or sleep or study or eat. You see, there wasn’t enough space to take it all in, so I did what I do best: ignore it and let it pass grow.

So it grew. It turned out to be my dreaded anger energy. And I hated it so much because it meant that I should cry my heart out again to lighten the burden. I don’t know how to feel about that either.

So, to ease myself up, I want to share a story of bottled-up anger– a moment that ignited a fire that left me burning with hatred. One so intense that it threatened to consume the very essence of my remaining logic.

Someone indirectly told me that I was not good enough, and that’s something I will not forget. No, not for a long time.

But here’s the twist: I am more than good enough. I have never given up on making myself better in every aspect just for someone to ruin that.

We’ve all been there – the moment when someone’s words or actions trigger a storm of emotions within us. It’s as if they’ve taken a sledgehammer to our self-esteem, leaving us feeling wounded and vulnerable. So just like any other eldest daughter in an Asian household, my first line of defense was to prove them wrong.

Do I let them define me? NO.

Do I rise above them and show the world of my worth that they try so hard to tear down? YES.

So Universe, watch me win. I want you to watch me win because despite one person telling me I can’t, there are a few hundred who constantly remind me that I will. The chorus of support, belief, and encouragement from those who see my potential far outweighs the solitary voice of doubt that tries to shake my foundation. This is a declaration to the Universe that I refuse to be defined by negativity; I am fueled by the unwavering faith of those who know that I am capable of achieving far more than I set my heart on.

Watch me win because the journey to self-discovery and self-acceptance can be tough, but it’s also incredibly rewarding. Let me feel the rage, let me ease the pain. Let me feel all those negative emotions at once. Let me cry. But please always remind me that I’ve embraced my imperfections, learned from my mistakes, and grown stronger with every setback I had to face. So I refuse to be defined by one person’s opinion or a single moment of doubt.

I am more than capable. I am more than enough.

So, dear universe, watch me win. Watch me as I conquer my fears, shatter limitations, and reach heights I never thought possible.

This is my journey, and I am determined to make it a victorious one– even if people’s insecurity about my security tries to cast shadows on my path.

I want you to watch me win.