Living is slowly torturing me to death. Driven by hope for a brighter tomorrow, a better life, I keep going. That one small word — Hope… The driving force behind it all. But hope is deceptive. Maybe even cruel. They say, “Just keep hoping and you’ll achieve anything.” So I hoped. Naive and full of belief, I tried. Again and again. At first, it was for the dream — the status, the freedom, the promise of “more.” But after every try became another failure… I did it just to survive. And the more ...