Real World Unexpected

Today feels heavy again.

I used to dream about this moment — the day I’d graduate, wear that cap and gown, smile proudly with my diploma. I thought life after school would be full of freedom, full of opportunities.

But now… it’s just different....

I wake up before the sun rise, drag myself to work, and spend hours doing my best just to earn a wage that barely lasts until the next payday. Every coin I save feels like a small victory, but also a reminder of how hard this life really is.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m just surviving, not living. My body is tired, my mind is tired, but I keep going because I have to. This is not just about me. This is for my family — for the needs, for my siblings’ for my parents.

It hurts that after all those years studying, life is still this hard. But maybe this is what growing up really means — carrying the weight of the world but refusing to let it crush you.

I tell myself that this is just the beginning of my story. Maybe one day, I’ll look back and see that all of this pain, all of this sacrifice, was shaping me into someone stronger.

For now, I’ll keep fighting. I’ll keep waking up. I’ll keep working.

Because my family is counting on me.

And because, deep down, I still believe that better days are coming.

_Me