A life on hold

I live in a country where the future feels frozen, where dreams crumble under the weight of reality. I’ve earned my high school diploma, a qualification that’s supposed to be the key to a better future. But today, I realize it’s not enough.

Here, a diploma changes very little. I still feel the same sense of being stuck, as if every door remains closed, no matter how hard I try. I was always told that education was the solution, that it opened all possibilities. But the truth is, it’s not enough when you live in a system that stifles ambition.

And with all this comes the overwhelming sense of injustice. Why can some people leave, study in prestigious schools, and access opportunities I can only dream of, while others, like me, remain trapped here? Why are some born with the means and resources to achieve their dreams, while others are left to simply survive? I’ve done everything asked of me: studied, worked hard. Yet I still feel overlooked, as if my efforts mean nothing in this unfair system.

This feeling of injustice doesn’t stop there. It’s everywhere—in the unreachable opportunities, the lack of support, the divide between those who have everything and those who have nothing. It haunts me every day, a constant reminder that my dreams seemingly don’t matter as much as others’.

I see people around me, some leaving, others staying and slowly fading away. And here I am, somewhere in between, consumed by the burning desire to leave, to have more, but without the means to make it happen. Money seems to be the only solution, and yet it’s the one thing I lack the most.

I want to leave. Not to escape my responsibilities, but to have a chance—a chance to study more, to work, to live without being crushed by this relentless reality. I don’t want to remain trapped in a cycle where everything seems impossible, even with a diploma in hand.

This is my testimony. The story of a young person who worked hard to achieve a diploma, only to face an uncertain future. I don’t know where this path will lead me, but I want to believe there’s something greater waiting for me. I want to believe that my efforts won’t be in vain and that one day, this injustice will no longer define my life.

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I live in a country where the future feels frozen, where dreams crumble under the weight of reality. I’ve earned my high school diploma, a qualification that’s supposed to be the key to a better future. But today, I realize it’s not enough.

Here, a diploma changes very little. I still feel the same sense of being stuck, as if every door remains closed, no matter how hard I try. I was always told that education was the solution, that it opened all possibilities. But the truth is, it’s not enough when you live in a system that stifles ambition.

And with all this comes the overwhelming sense of injustice. Why can some people leave, study in prestigious schools, and access opportunities I can only dream of, while others, like me, remain trapped here? Why are some born with the means and resources to achieve their dreams, while others are left to simply survive? I’ve done everything asked of me: studied, worked hard. Yet I still feel overlooked, as if my efforts mean nothing in this unfair system.

This feeling of injustice doesn’t stop there. It’s everywhere—in the unreachable opportunities, the lack of support, the divide between those who have everything and those who have nothing. It haunts me every day, a constant reminder that my dreams seemingly don’t matter as much as others’.

I see people around me, some leaving, others staying and slowly fading away. And here I am, somewhere in between, consumed by the burning desire to leave, to have more, but without the means to make it happen. Money seems to be the only solution, and yet it’s the one thing I lack the most.

I want to leave. Not to escape my responsibilities, but to have a chance—a chance to study more, to work, to live without being crushed by this relentless reality. I don’t want to remain trapped in a cycle where everything seems impossible, even with a diploma in hand.

Why?