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It’s not that there is no talent—it’s only that I haven’t gone close enough yet to love it.
Some things, when seen from afar, feel vague, as if they belong only to those who are already good at them.
But if you step just a little closer, you realize that everyone, at least once, has been lost in the darkness of clumsiness.

I often ask myself.
Do I really lack talent.
Or did I give up before even trying.
Am I truly bad at it.
Or has the feeling of liking it simply not grown yet.
These questions shake me often, but the more I am shaken,
the more the truth slowly reveals itself.

Perhaps talent is not something given at the moment of beginning, but something that seeps out later, between days when you refuse to give up.
Some people learn more slowly, others choose a longer way around.
But within all those currents, what matters in the end is not speed, but direction.

It’s not that I lack talent—I simply haven’t fully met myself yet.
I’m just standing in the quiet right before some possibility inside me awakens.
Somewhere, a small spark is being prepared, and one day, without me even noticing, it will come alive and light up my days and dreams.

So I’ve decided not to judge who I am right now in haste.
I’ve decided not to make careless conclusions about things that have not yet bloomed.
It’s not that I lack talent—
I simply need a little more time to love and believe in myself.