I’ve realized that nobody works harder than someone who understands they're the only hope for themselves and their family. See, when that weight settles on your shoulders-real weight, not just bills or deadlines, but the crushing truth that if you don't show up, nobody else will-something changes. It's not ambition. It's not pride. It's survival. You burn quietly, like a fire that knows it can't afford to go out. Sleep feels like a luxury, rest like a debt you can't pay. But you carry on, because giving up? That's not an option. It's not courage, it's necessity. And that's where the strength lives-not in grand gestures, but in the refusal to fall.