still.......... legend

Life did not arrive gently. It came like a question I was not ready to answer, placed on my tongue before I learned how to speak. I grew up negotiating with silence, learning early that dreams don’t clap for themselves, and purpose often feels lonely before it feels holy. I watched boys chase pleasure while I chased meaning, and both of us got tired only one of us kept walking. Life taught me that delay is not denial, that obscurity is a classroom, and that God often hides His generals in seasons that look like failure. I have been misunderstood enough to stop explaining my hunger. If you cannot hear destiny breathing in me, then this conversation is premature. Life bruised me, yes but it never broke the vow I made to rise. I learned that pain is not the enemy; complacency is. There were days my faith was louder than my results, and nights my tears preached sermons my mouth was too proud to deliver. Still, I stand not because life was kind, but because I refused to shrink. If life is a war, then let it be known: I am not surviving it. I am studying it. I am mastering it. And one day, life will tell my story as proof that persistence has a voice.