The Furnace Temperature
People ask why I keep going when I should’ve folded. Why I move when the wall doesn’t.
It’s simple. I burn at 650 degrees Fahrenheit.
That’s not a metaphor—it’s survival math. Spite is the fuel. Resilience is the flame.
Most folks hit a wall and stop. I hit a wall, and the wall melts. Steel, stone, excuses—it all gives way when the heat rises.
Call it insane if you want. To me, it’s just the temperature of getting through.
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