You Spent Years Feeling Not Enough. Turns Out That Was the Training.
There is a low hum a lot of people grow up with: the sense that you are a little behind, a little short, that everyone else got a manual you missed. Most spend decades trying to silence it. Some go dead. Some go bitter. But that ache was never measuring your worth. It was pointing. The years of feeling not enough were formation, training you in the one thing comfort can never teach, the refusal to settle. The work of adulthood is not curing the engine that lack built. It is aiming it without the self-contempt it once carried.