Is there another life waiting somewhere beyond this one? Sometimes I wonder if one day I'll wake up and realize that all of this, the pain, the losses, the endless weight on my chest, was only a long, cruel dream. Because it's hard to believe that we were created just to endure this much suffering. To wake up tired, to carry memories that refuse to fade, to keep walking even when every step feels pointless. There must be something more than this quiet suffering, something kinder than the world we keep surviving in. Otherwise, what was the point of giving us hearts that feel so deeply, if all they learn is how to break?