I'm getting tired of this life. So many things around me don't even feel like mine, yet I keep struggling for a better tomorrow. Sometimes I wish I could just leave everything behind run away from it all and finally breathe. But I can't.
Responsibilities, expectations, the weight of my parents' hopes… they hold me back. Every day feels heavier than the last, and even though I keep trying, I don't know when success will finally find me. Every little plan turns into a battle, every dream feels just out of reach.
But even in this exhaustion, I'm still here. Still fighting. Maybe that's what strength really is to keep moving even when nothing feels certain. Life may not be fair, and maybe my path is harder than others', but that doesn't mean it's meaningless.
One day, all this struggle will make sense every fight, every tear, every moment I refused to give up will become proof that I didn't break when I could have. Until then, I'll keep going, even if it's one small step at a time.
The writer is with The Daily Observer
