Hello frieds!
Life is about dreaming, but when dreams break, they become pain. I also have a dream—a dream where I have respect, independence, and success from my hard work. But when I open my eyes, reality laughs at me.
I want to become something, I want to change my life, but I have no resources, no facilities, and no support to help me in hard times. Every day, I try to gather my strength and move forward, but life keeps reminding me that I am nothing, my dreams don’t matter, and my feelings have no value.
I owe a friend, and I survive on his broken pieces of help. He is my support, my last hope, but for how long? One day, he will get tired. One day, he may leave me. Then where will I go? Who will help me?
The biggest truth of life is that people accept you only when you have something. But when you become completely helpless, people see you as a burden. Every moment, I fear the day when my last support will also be gone.
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Many times, I worked hard and created my path to success. I reached the door of success, but just when I needed one small resource to open it, I had nothing.
I have seen opportunities go away from me. I have felt success coming close and then moving far. I have watched my hard work become useless because I had no support at the last moment.
This world is unfair. It does not care about your hard work—it cares about your status. If you are poor, your skills don’t matter, your dreams are a joke. I have seen how foolish people become successful because they have resources, while intelligent and hardworking people fail because they have nothing.
Some people say poverty is a test, but I think it is a curse. A chain that stops you from moving forward. If you are poor, you have no respect, no value, and your dreams depend on others.
I live in a country where being poor is the biggest crime. Respect is only for the rich, and the poor get only rejection. If I talk about my struggles, people give advice instead of help, as if poverty is my choice. If I talk about my dreams, people laugh, as if my dreams are a joke.
Today, I thank my friend who has lifted me up so far. He supported me even when I had nothing. I know he is also struggling, but still, he stands by me. It scares me to think—what if one day, he gives up? What if he leaves me?
Maybe that day is not far. Maybe soon, he will say, “I cannot help anymore.” If that happens, where will I go? I am already struggling. If he also leaves, I will completely break.
My parents are poor, but their love and prayers are with me. They tell me, “Son, God is great, He will not let you down.” I want to believe them, but when I need something and get nothing, my heart asks:
Is prayer enough? Can my dreams come true with just prayers? Can I change my life only with hope?
No
I try to stay strong and think positive, but the truth is, I am tired. I am tired of sleeping with hope and waking up with disappointment. I am tired of moving forward and falling again. I am tired of wondering how long I will survive on others' help.
But maybe I am not fully broken yet. Maybe I still have some strength left. Maybe I can stand up one more time. Maybe my final defeat has not come yet.
I don’t know how long I can fight, how long I can survive. I don’t know if the day will come when my hard work gives me success. But I do know one thing—as long as I have breath, I will keep trying. And even if I fail, at least I will know that I fought till the end.
This is my story—a dream that is still incomplete, a battle that may never end, a hope that is breaking but still alive.
