2025

Lately, life has felt heavier than usual. Someone I’ve known for years is celebrating their success, achieving great results and moving forward. Meanwhile, I’m here, feeling stuck, facing problems that seem to multiply no matter how hard I try. A fresh start that began just a week ago already feels like the worst possible beginning. But despite everything, I’m holding on to hope.

It’s hard to watch everyone else enjoy life even my family members seem to be thriving while I feel like I’m losing everything. People often say, "In the end, everything will be alright." But what about the pain we endure along the way? What’s the point of reaching the end if the journey leaves us broken? It’s a question I can’t shake.

Today, I made a decision. I’ll give myself time. Until the first week of March, I’ll keep pushing forward, trying my best. If by then I still can’t see a glimmer of hope, I will let it go. Sometimes letting go isn’t about giving up; it’s about choosing a different path one that might offer a better future.

I’m hoping for the best. I’m praying for strength. I don’t want to give up on my dreams of making it in cricket, but I also want to find peace.

Please God, help me.