There is a hard truth that many people resist, especially when it threatens their comfort: Life is not fair.And giftedness is not evenly distributed.
There is a hard truth that many people resist, especially when it threatens their comfort:
Life is not fair.
And giftedness is not evenly distributed.
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Some people are born with mechanics—of body, mind, perception, creativity—that give them access others will never have, no matter how disciplined or devoted they are. Bone structure. Sensitivity. Precision. Vision. Timing. Range. Elasticity. Instinct.
Those things are not earned.
They are inherited.
They are given.
Gifted. Divinely.
Training can refine what is there.
It cannot manufacture what never existed.
This reality makes people uncomfortable.
And discomfort often turns into resentment.
So when someone lives fully inside their natural gifts—
especially boldly, visibly, unapologetically—
there will be people who try to minimize it.
Explain it away.
Reduce it.
Rewrite it.
Sometimes that erasure doesn’t stop at death.
But hear this clearly:
Your gifts were never borrowed.
They were never accidental.
And they do not expire because someone else cannot tolerate them.
Some people will despise you not because you harmed anyone—
but because your existence reminds them that effort does not guarantee equal outcomes.
That is not your burden to carry.
What you arrived with is not a moral failing.
It is not arrogance to acknowledge truth.
It is not cruelty to live honestly inside your capacity.
Dance teaches this early.
So does survival.
Two people can work equally hard and arrive at different places because their bodies, histories, and capacities are telling different stories. That truth is not cruel.
It is honest.
And honesty is where healing begins.
You do not get to choose your mechanics—
your nervous system, your sensitivity, your brilliance, your intensity, your perception.
You do get to choose whether you will live truthfully inside them.
Some choose preservation.
Some choose expression.
Some choose longevity.
Some choose intensity.
No path is owed approval from spectators.
No gift needs permission to exist.
If others try to erase what was undeniable—
let that be confirmation, not confusion.
Gifts belong to the one who carries them.
Always have.
Always will.
And living fully, honestly, and unapologetically inside what you were given
is not arrogance.
It is integrity.