Hey Umair, I wrote a poem for you (you can even steal it!):

If it feels like the end, it feels right

If it feels it’s dark, well, it’s dark

There is no hope, no joy, no light

Burned to the ground your local park

The end is near, all will collapse

Collapse to the point of no return

If things improve, they will relapse

Relapse to collapse, to die, to burn

I too have doubts and struggles Umair:


A Russian immigrant in America, father of 4, Cambridge and Harvard Business School alum. I run and write every day.

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