Listen up, champ. You’re bad at Counter-Strike 2. Terrible, even. And you know what? That’s okay. Every missed shot, every whiffed nade, every time you get one-tapped by someone with a Negev while you’re holding an AWP like it’s Excalibur—it’s all part of the journey.

Greatness isn’t born from being perfect. It’s born from getting absolutely destroyed, learning nothing, and queuing up again. Being bad means you have infinite room for improvement. You’re not “bad”—you’re a masterpiece in progress, with the emphasis firmly on progress.

Every loss teaches you something valuable, like “don’t peek mid for the seventh time in a row.” And every mistake builds character—or at least a thicker skin for when your teammates yell at you in five different languages.

So embrace being bad. Love it. Wear it like armor, because one day, you’ll climb out of the bottom of the scoreboard. And when you do, you’ll look back at the chaos and think: Wow, I was really terrible. But I’m slightly less terrible now.

Now get back in there and miss some more shots. Future you is counting on it.