Exist anyway. Yes, even if you can’t prove it. Even if you feel like a cryptid in your own life—spotted occasionally, discussed dubiously, and photographed only in blurry, unconvincing glimpses.
You know you exist because of the evidence: the unpaid bills stacking up like geological layers, the unreturned texts blinking accusingly, the coffee mug collection that somehow keeps multiplying despite your best intentions. These are your footprints—massive, unmistakable, and frankly, a bit embarrassing.
So be your own Bigfoot. Lumber through the forest of expectations with those ridiculous, oversized steps that leave everyone wondering how something so substantial could remain so elusive. Let them debate your authenticity in academic circles while you’re busy existing without permission.
Stop waiting for someone to capture definitive proof of your significance. The blurry footage is enough. The questionable audio recordings are enough. The “I swear I saw something” testimonials are enough.
Because in the end, legendary creatures don’t need consensus to roam the wilderness. They just need the audacity to leave tracks too big to be anything else.