There were nights when the gym wasn't just a place.
It was the proof that i was something unshakable.
I've lost people because of this.
I've heard the same words over and over again...
"Skip the gym tonight."
"Why are you always training?"
"You care more about that place than me."
And maybe they were right.
Maybe i did.
Because when everyone left, the iron didn't.
While they doubted me… the iron stayed silent.
It didn't judge me. It didn't lie.
It waited. And i showed up.
They underestimated me.
They thought this was just a hobby.
They didn't see the war behind my calm face.
The nights i fought alone.
The weight that felt heavier than steel.
But i've learned something powerful in that silence:
Your value doesn't shrink just because others can't see it.
Your dreams don't die just because someone you love doesn't believe in them.
Regret isn't skipping a night out.
Regret is looking in the mirror and realizing you quit for people who were never meant to stay.
I was underestimated.
But this was me in the end, the iron in my veins.
It grew higher than their limits. Beyond everything they thought i'd be.
So when love said "stay"…
I walked into the gym.
And i never stopped.
Because i'd rather lose them than lose myself.