While everyone obsesses over perfection... I chase more.
More food. More meals. More weight on the bar.
More reps. More kilos. More body.
More. Always more.
Every time i step into the gym, fire hits my chest.
My focus locks on the biggest ones.
I watch. I learn. I absorb.
And in that moment, nothing else exists, just me, the iron, and the hunger to be bigger, stronger.
Failure? I don't know it.
Defeat? I can't accept it.
I don't even know how to lose in order to win.
I just know how to push further.
While others settle for two kilos of protein... I grab seven.
Because in one week, it's gone.
More. More. More.
Every choice, every meal, every rep, obsession in motion.
I'm not chasing elegance.
I'm not chasing perfection.
I'm chasing volume, fire, momentum.
I'm chasing the kind of growth that shakes the ground, the kind that leaves no doubts.
Because in this world...
Quantity builds the unstoppable.
Quantity fuels the fire.
And when you step off the bar, when the plates crash, when the sweat drips...
You know you gave more than anyone else could ever imagine.