Every day I wake up and it feels like a race I didn’t sign up for. Assignments activities— they all come rushing in like waves that don’t stop. People expect me to smile to do my best to always keep up. But the truth is sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I feel like giving up. They say “It’s just school.” But for me it’s my future. It’s my dream. It’s the reason I push myself even when my hands are shaking and my eyes are heavy. I know I’m not perfect. I fail I fall I make mistakes. But I’m still here. Still standing. Still trying. And maybe that’s enough. Because every small step I take is proof that I didn’t quit. Every long night I survive is proof that I’m stronger than I thought. So yes I’m tired. Yes I’m scared. But I’ll keep going. Because one day when I finally reach my dream I’ll look back and say “I made it— not because it was easy but because I never gave up.”