Hustle. Pain. Hope. Why I Keep Going Anyway

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Sometimes I just sit and ask myself, “What’s really the point of all this"?

You wake up very early in the morning, rush through traffic, get to work, and sometimes all you get is insults from your boss or pressure from life. You try your best, yet things still fall apart. You hustle, you fail, you learn, and still face hardship again. Then one day, someone you love dies, and it hits you: life is short too short.

People come into your life and teach you something, then they go. Some disappear, some pass on. Babies are born, and before you blink, someone you know is gone forever. It’s like a circle that keeps moving. A race that has no clear finish line.

So why do we keep going? Why keep waking up every morning like robots on repeat?

For me, I don’t have all the answers. I’m still figuring it out like everybody else. But one thing I know is that deep down, purpose is not just about a big dream or goal. Sometimes purpose is in the little things like making someone smile, helping a stranger, encouraging a friend, or just surviving one more day.

There were times I wanted to give up. Times I felt like I wasn’t doing enough. Then “what if” started playing in my head: What if I’m not good enough? What if I fail? What if nothing changes? But somehow, I wake up the next morning again. Somehow, I still dress up and face life.

You know why? Because even in confusion, there’s still hope. Even in pain, there’s still someone looking up to you. Sometimes my motivation is just my future self. Other times, it’s my mother’s prayers, my siblings’ laughter, or a friend who says, “You inspire me.”

I think life is hard so we can appreciate the good parts. I think failure teaches us things that success can’t. I believe God, or the universe, or whatever you believe in, puts us on this earth to grow, evolve, and leave something behind, no matter how small it is

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So Purpose is not always clear, but the search for it keeps us alive. That alone is something.

So even when I don’t feel like it, I try. I show up. I push through. Because maybe my purpose is being written through these daily struggles. Maybe my story is meant to encourage someone else. Maybe your pain today becomes someone else’s strength tomorrow.

And until I figure it all out completely, I will keep moving. I will keep smiling through it, even with tears in my eyes sometimes.

Because I’ve come too far to give up now and na who give up fuck up
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