There are days when life feels as though it has conspired against me. Days when I wake up in the morning and wonder how much longer I am supposed to keep fighting this battle. Everything feels heavy. The world seems to keep moving while I feel as though I have become stuck somewhere along the way.

Sometimes I feel completely alone. As if no one understands what is going on inside me. As if people can hear my voice but never truly listen. And the more often I fall, the more it seems to please some of them.

They belittle my dreams, make fun of my ambitions and simply wait for the day when I finally give up.

I used to ask myself why.

Why do people kick someone who is already down?

Why is it easier for some to throw stones than to offer a helping hand?

Even today, I still don’t know the answer.

But I do know that their behaviour says far more about them than it ever will about me.

Because often, it is those who are unhappy with their own lives who want to take away someone else’s courage. They cannot bear the thought that someone still believes in something they themselves gave up on long ago.

Of course, there have been moments when their words have hurt me. Moments when I lay awake at night wondering whether perhaps they were right. Whether the path I had chosen was the wrong one.

But every time I came close to giving up, there was something inside me that refused to surrender.

A voice, quiet but persistent.

It reminded me that I am not walking this path to prove anything to anyone else. I am walking it for myself.

Life is not a straight road. It is a maze of wrong turns, dead ends and detours. Sometimes I lose my sense of direction. Sometimes even the people who promised to walk alongside me lose their way.

But it is precisely in these moments that I discover who truly stays.

True friends are not the ones who stand beside you when the sun is shining. They are the ones who stay when the sky turns dark. When you have doubts. When you fall. When you no longer believe in yourself.

And that is exactly why I hold on to the few people who see me for who I truly am.

Not those who want to change me.

So I remain who I am.

With my flaws. My scars. My dreams.

Because if I lose myself, then in the end, I will have lost everything anyway.

Of course, there are days when I fail. Days when I feel worthless. Days when it seems as though the world is pushing me further and further down.

But those are precisely the moments when I remind myself that everyone finds themselves on the ground at some point in their life.

The difference is not in falling.

The difference lies in getting back up again.

Perhaps they will never understand why I keep going.

Perhaps they will only take notice when I have finally reached my destination.

But I will keep moving forward.

Step by step.

With my head held high.

Dreams belong to the courageous. They belong to those who keep going, even when they are afraid.

Everything will be okay.

Perhaps not today.

Perhaps not tomorrow.

But someday.

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