ENDGAME

Endgame.

I look to the heavens.

Where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord who made the heavens and the earth...

I've found myself doubting...

Everything.

This isn't where I hoped I'd be.

It is better than what I could have ever imagined 10 years ago.

My anxiety was tempered and in the midst of that shift, it found comfort in the ambition that started to become expected of me.

The underdog from the underworld.

No one expected it.

And so now, I had to exceed those expectations.

Unspoken and internalized.

I surround myself with accountability and support.

I rest assured in the race I run...

Towards that spot in the sky and the gates of eternity.

Falling into my Father's hands... after relentless work.

Exhausted but fulfilled.

Run the race. Kept the faith.

A crown awaits.

Yours faithfully,

Qavah.

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