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You know that moment when what you dread comes upon you?

It feels cruel, like your fear has finally caught up with you, like fearing is somehow deserving, and it is often frustrating.

It seems as though we can never run too far from the very things we loathe, fear, or do not want to be associated with.

So we go on, hanging on by a thread. We cover our fear with hope, our insecurities with false faith.

We chant "it is well" while it is not.

We say "I am strong" at our very lowest, hoping it gets better.

But saying is not being.

And faith is not denial.

It is not.

Dearest reader, I read somewhere that if you are truly sure of something, you will practice it. Faith is in daily routine, not just in muttering words.

When you say things, do they go beyond your lips? Is your supposed faith at the tip of your tongue or rooted deep in your heart?

@favvy_Okwans🖤.