Ambition can burn everything around you.
It consumes the air, the hours, the world outside your head.
When all you have is a dream...
and nothing else matters.
No warmth.
No comfort.
No applause.
Just the cold.
The dark.
The silence.
You know you can become an icon.
A force.
A name that moves others without even trying.
But it feels miles away.
Just a few moves from it...
and yet so far.
Time doesn't exist.
The clock stops.
The world fades.
It's just you.
Again and again.
In the same cold, dark room.
Facing life that tries to break you.
Hunger gnaws.
Thirst bites.
Pain scratches your bones.
And no one is there.
You do it anyway.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Day after day.
Year after year.
And it's fucking insane.
How a single dose...
can hold all those burning, screaming, impossible dreams.
How your body, your mind, your soul...
can carry that weight...
and keep moving forward.
Ambition isn't gentle.
It doesn't wait.
It doesn't forgive.
It destroys everything in its path...
except what's meant to survive.
And you?
You survive.
You rise.
You burn.
Because no dream, no fire, no cold, no night...
can ever outlast your ambition.