Letter to myself

Luca,
You need to remember this: life isn’t waiting for you to “be ready.” It’s happening right now. Every second you hesitate, every excuse you allow, is a second lost forever. The clock never slows down, and tomorrow isn’t promised.

You already know pain. You’ve carried it, faced it, run through it. So don’t shy away from it now—use it. Pain is the teacher, not the enemy. It’s the reminder that you’re alive, still in the fight, still writing your own story. Discomfort? That’s just the signal you’re stretching beyond the ordinary.

Fear will whisper at you. Doubt will scream. Let them. But don’t let them drive. They don’t get the wheel. You’ve been to the dark side of fatigue, you’ve brushed shoulders with despair, and yet—you’re still here. That’s proof enough of what you’re capable of.

The truth is simple: no one is coming to do this for you. Not your heroes, not your friends, not the people who cheer from the sidelines. This path is yours alone, and you’ve chosen it. So own it. Grind when no one’s watching. Stand tall when no one’s clapping. That’s where greatness is forged—in silence, in sweat, in solitude.

And when it feels too much, when the voice in your head says “stop,” you already know the answer: keep moving. One more rep, one more step, one more hour. That’s the difference between those who dream and those who finish.

This is your reminder: you don’t need perfect conditions, you don’t need permission, you don’t need to wait. You just need to begin, and then refuse to stop.

​Because your time is now.