The Story of My Life A Firstborn’s Burden, a Search for Meaning

When there is life, there is hope. but what if there is life, and it only leads to a life in the middle?"

I Am The Only Child Of My Parents.
I am the firstborn, yet the only one.

From the very beginning, it felt like I was born into responsibility.
Not just the kind that tells you to do your chores, but the heavy kind. the one that sits on your chest when you wake up every morning.

That kind of responsibility that whispers:

You’re the one we’re all counting only
Every Day Feels Like a Question
Where do I start from?
How do I lift my family?
Where will help come from?
How do I make something meaningful out of life, especially when life itself feels like it’s standing in the way?
I try. Every single day, I try.

I search for greener pastures opportunities, jobs, peace but they don’t come easy.
Sometimes, I ask myself: s it just me, or is the world too heavy for dreamers like us?

They Say "When There Is Life, There Is Hope"

Yes, they say it. And yes, sometimes I say it too.
But let me be honest What if there is life, and that life is only halfway?
What if you live.but only survive?
What if you exist between poverty and comfort, never really falling, never really flying?

They don’t talk about that version.

They don’t talk about the people who live “in the middle” not poor enough to beg, not rich enough to rest. Just stuck.
Existing.
Waiting.
Enduring.

But I Still Choose to Believe

Even in this grey zone called “the middle,” I still choose to believe.
Because if I don’t, then what else is left?
I believe that maybe one day, the world won’t feel so far away.
Maybe one day, I’ll wake up and feel light instead of pressure.
Maybe one day, I’ll look back and say,
"Yes, it was tough, but I made it anyway."

So I keep going.
One step.
One breath.
One dream at a time.

To Everyone Who Feels Like Me
You are not alone.
You are not weak.
You are just early in the story.