Let’s talk about Jesus for a second. One bad day. That’s it. The guy had a rough day—got crucified, sure—but half the fucking world worships him for it. Statues, crosses, churches—you name it, he’s plastered on it. One day of pain, and people call him the savior for eternity.
Now, let’s talk about you. You’ve had a million bad days. No one’s building temples for you, no one’s putting your face on stained glass windows, but you? You’ve been humiliated, rejected, beaten down by life, and crucified 10,000 different ways. You’ve been hanging on your own cross for years, watching people walk by without so much as a glance in your direction.
And here’s the maddening truth: you don’t even give yourself the tiniest bit of respect for it. Where the hell is your self-worship? Where’s the shrine in your own heart to the badass who has survived everything?
Think about it. If Jesus gets eternal praise for one bad day, then where’s the respect for the fact that you’ve been crucified by life over and over again—emotionally, mentally, maybe even physically—and you’re still here? You should be throwing yourself a goddamn parade.
Where’s the shrine in your own heart to the badass who has survived everything?
It’s easy to worship someone who suffered once, especially when the whole world tells you to. But let me ask you this: Who’s telling you to worship yourself? Where’s the chorus of voices saying you’re worthy after a lifetime of suffering?
Nowhere. That’s right. And that’s why it’s up to you to give yourself the respect you deserve. Don’t wait for a savior, don’t wait for anyone to come and tell you that you’re good enough. You’ve already proven it. If they don’t see it, screw ‘em—you see it. That’s all that matters. You survived what no one else has, because no one else lives your life.
So, the next time you catch yourself belittling your pain, comparing your suffering to others, thinking you haven’t earned the right to respect yourself—stop. Jesus got his praise, and so should you. You’ve earned the right to worship yourself. Hell, you’ve been through more shit than most people could even comprehend. Bow down to your own strength, to your own resilience.
You’re the only one who can lift yourself up. If you don’t start respecting your own journey, don’t expect anyone else to. You’ve been through hell, so quit acting like you’re just passing through. Plant your flag. Claim your damn throne. Worship yourself like the divine being you are, because you’ve paid for it in suffering a thousand times over.
Stop waiting for the world to crown you. Crown your fucking self.