How could I have doubted myself (?)

How could I give up so easily? How could I have thought it was okay? How could I have been convinced I would never make it? How could I stand believing it was all over? I don’t care if my family, friends or enemies think I’m just dreaming big and unrealistically. Your opinions mean nothing. This is my life, this is what I adore and this is what I’m going to do. Fuck the rest. I found what I love and now I’m sort of running with it.