Your battles are customed made for you

In the maze of life, we each find our way, Custom battles, unique struggles, day by day. No one can walk your path, it's yours to tread, In the vast arena, where dreams are led. Yes, you're meant to face it, for others to see, To draw inspiration, to set themselves free. No two paths are alike, for we're all distinct, In our trials and triumphs, where lessons are inked. Circumstances may vary, but our essence remains, It's the state of being, where true wisdom reigns. Yet in this modern age, where tools outsmart, Many seek shortcuts, tearing life apart. Amaboys, like shadows, lure with fast gain, But in the end, they bring only pain. For rushing our paths, seeking miracles near, Leads to chaos, not what we hold dear. So acknowledge your path, embrace its pace, For patience and love, in time, find their place. Wisdom and understanding, let them be your guide, In the turbulent currents, where many abide. Your struggles define you, shape your soul, In adversity, your strength takes control. So stand tall and bold, let your story unfold, For in your battles, your worth is told. Each scar, a badge of honor, a mark divine, A testament to the battles you've fought in your time. So cherish your journey, every twist and turn, For in your uniqueness, your lessons you'll learn.