4 Years.
August 29th, 2020.
I was all alone.
In the midst of a global pandemic.
Surrounded by my addictions and darkness.
I stared death right in the eyes.
And I took a stand.
Against fate.
Against the bloodline that came before me.
And fought with everything in my heart, body, mind, and soul.
Every fragment of my being.
The next day, I watched the return of another man who did not go gentle into that good night.
Who raged against the dying of the light.
A man who beat leukemia twice and inspired me to achieve levels of greatness beyond what was expected of me.
The Tribal Chief.
The Head of The Table.
I lost 130 pounds.
I grew into the best version of myself physically and mentally.
And I didn't let anyone stomp out the love, passion, or rage that make me the man I am ever again.
I stood there. Building my own reign.
And became the man who stepped up for myself and for my bloodline.
The thoroughbred of the Varuvelil line.
The man, friend, husband, and father I always dreamt of becoming.
4 years later, I am everything I dreamt of becoming and hungry for more.
Hungry to never stop learning and humble myself to ask God for the serenity.
I've accepted the things I cannot change, I've had the courage to change the things I can and I have grown into the wisdom to know the difference.
I won't ever stop.
Thank you for inspiring me and this journey Joe Anoa'i
This isn't the end.
This is just the beginning.
And for the first time, I'm all alone... and I am full of joy, love, and hope.
Reflecting on this process, this journey, and my God and Savior, Jesus Christ.
This story is undisputed...
And this legacy. Is Universal.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah
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