F$&k the naysayers.
They will never succeed. They will never win the prize. They are constantly identifying he failures. Their hope is your demise.
Look past them. Your goal is your goal. The moment you begin to believe their shit, you let them win.
I am not working as hard as I am to let them win. This is my race. This is my victory. I am alone while they even to attempt the race. Fuck ‘em. I will do this alone if I must. My path to greatness is paved with hard work and dedication. I refuse to succumb to their wishes. They plot ways to minimize my efforts. Their failures became their fuel in stopping you. Their inability to push through placed a burden on me, that somehow I gave to overcome. Bullshit. At no point in my life will I allow you to direct my success. My failures are my own and my successes are as well.