fuel to my fire

People telling me I’m one of the weak, that I can’t do things just because I am what I am, well, they are the fuel to my fire, the thing pushing me to my limits and kindling the desire to hone my intellect and turn my mind and body into brimstone, so that one day they’ll come too close and get burnt by their own spark.

The only other option would be depression, passivity, a life in the shadows. But that’s not what I want to be.