There’s a peculiar weight that comes with sitting on a throne you feel you don’t deserv, Every glance feels like a question, every whisper a judgment, The mind plays cruel tricks convincing you that you’re only a breath away from being exposed That sooner or later someone will rise and point a finger calling you what you secretly fear But here’s the truth no one tells you almost everyone who sits on a throne feels like an impostor at some point, The titles and the accolades with positions they come, but the mind hesitates asking deep question Do I really deserve this? echoes in the silence And yet you sit there anyway. What if the real impostor isn’t you, but the fear that tries to convince you that you don’t belong Think of the greatest figures in history of leaders, innovators and creators. Do you imagine they always felt worthy Most of them began their journey with trembling hands and doubting hearts What set them apart was not a lack of fear but a refusal to let it define them They showed up despite the voice telling them they weren’t enough So what if you are the right one for the throne What if the very fact that you care about doing it well, about being honest, about not disappointing others is proof that you’re exactly where you need to be, An impostor hides You are still here An impostor fakes confidence. You are willing to grow And that means you are no fraud you are in the process of becoming, The throne may feel heavy now, but don’t step down Own it instead Learn Rise And when you doubt again and you will remember this You are not an impostor You are a work in progress and every day you stay you are proving that you belong.