Life as a middle-class boy is far from easy. From an early age, we learn the meaning of sacrifice—sacrificing our dreams, our passions, even the things we love. The weight of responsibility comes swiftly, sometimes too soon for us to even recognize or prepare for it. Before we have the chance to fully understand what we love or what we want to pursue, we are called to fulfill duties that shape our lives.
As I reflect on my journey, I realize that responsibility has a way of molding us. Someone once said that responsibility makes a person mature, and I feel that deeply. We are forced to grow up before our time, to carry the weight of expectations and obligations, often without a roadmap. Yet, despite the burdens, there’s a strange beauty in it all—being the pillar of hope and strength for the ones we love. It’s an experience that teaches us resilience, patience, and the quiet determination to keep going.
Right now, I am overwhelmed with emotions—tears fill my eyes as I think about how quickly time is passing. I find myself trying desperately to make every second count, but it feels like nothing I do is working out the way I hoped. Yet, amid the struggles, I hold onto hope, waiting for my time to come. I know it will, because that’s what keeps me going. The journey may be tough, but I believe there is light at the end of this path.
This is my story—a middle-class boy trying to navigate life, facing challenges, and holding onto hope. And even though life may not always go as planned, the story continues.