Should I stay or should I go? A venezuelan's dilemma

I've never traveled abroad.
In fact I haven't even been on a plane in my life.

When I was younger I used to dream with leaving Venezuela and go to another country to live, experience a new culture, different scenarios, and then come back with all the knowledge to my country again.
I never thought about leaving to never come back.
It wasn't a matter or patriotism, or love for my country, it just never seemed like something that I would want to do. My friends and family were here, it was a crazy thing to think about.

But things have changed.

Venezuela is experiencing a MAJOR migration trend right now. People are fleeing the country massively to go find a new future somewhere else, due to our horrendous economical, political, and social situation.
Inflation rates have only been going up, our politicians are a joke, and people are dying from simple diseases like bronchitis because there are no medicines.

But anyways, I'm not here to showcase the shitty situation about my country. I'm here to talk about me.

Because that's what I use the internet for, lol.

I truly have a dilemma at hand in here.

You see, I don't want to leave my country, but I also want to go away and forget that this terrible time in my life even existed (which is a terrible sentiment, and something dumb to do, but you know, I am human and stuff).

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I don't want to leave my country because of my family, especially because of my mom and dad. Everyone that's gone tells me that I should go and try to make as much money as possible to be able to provide for them in here, to give them a better life now that they are both beggining their elderly years, and also to help my other relatives. And I mean, that sounds amazing, sure, but I don't think I want to do that because I have this opinion that if people continue to leave, then no one is going to stay here and try to make a better country out of the ruins of what's being left.

No one is going to stay here and spread good manners, or education, or sympathy for the ones staying here, and let's be honest, the ones that stay have it very difficult too, because people seem to have lost their morals and education. Everyone is starting to act like we're waging a war against ourselves, with your fellow citizen being your biggest enemy.

Compassion, love, and trust are getting lost in this crumbling country, and sure, I might be just one person, one small percentage of the amount of people living here, but I think that I can try to make a difference, and I don't want to do so by running away from the place that saw me grow.

Don't get me wrong, though, I don't judge the people who have left, and the ones left to go, I don't blame them for wanting to go away to find a better way to live, or at least to find some place where they feel safe and appreciated for what they have to offer to other countries.

It's not that I think leaving is a bad thing, it's that it scares me shitless to go away from my family, it scares me to think that one day I won't be able to come back, or to come back only to find out everyone here is gone. Maybe it's a dumb feeling, maybe I'm being overdramatic here, because I know that my family and friends won't be around me forever, but it is something more that makes me second guess the idea of going to another country.

I feel that deep inside I have this huge debt with my country, with the people around me (maybe because I am a teacher), and I want to do "something" to give something in return. Even if it's saying hello and thank you to the man who drives the bus, or teaching a new thing to someone in my university.

I wish I could help in bigger ways, I wish I could create some kind of organization for people who are starving in the streets, and provide them food and medical care. I wish I could help the schools and hospitals, the elderly people who are struggling alone because their families have left them alone.

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Maybe I won't do much. Maybe wishing is not something tangible.
Maybe if I stay I will lose my life in a place where dreams are even harder to reach, where money is tighter and tighter every day.

I have this head full of dreams that I want to accomplish, but I also have this heart full of doubts and fear.
In the meantime...
I will just live, and expect to do something greater with what I've been given, while still not knowing if I should I stay or I should go.