10 years

I honestly can’t see myself living much longer if things continue like this. The thought of surviving another 10 years, while inflation keeps rising—another 30 percent every eight years—is exhausting. It feels like life is becoming less about living and more about just trying to keep up.

If only the country were led by someone who truly used logic and compassion—someone who could look at the reality of how people live and understand the weight of daily survival. If that leader could help shift the mindset of the poorest, not just by giving handouts, but by empowering them with education, awareness, and real chances at entrepreneurship, maybe people wouldn’t have to constantly think of themselves as poor or stuck.

Why must ordinary people carry the burden of taxes, when road tax, tolls, huge monopoly companies, and billion-dollar “nonprofit” organizations exist? Why not make them contribute more fairly?

And what about the elderly—those whose strength and savings are fading? Why can’t we ease their burden by reducing electricity, water, and property taxes, instead of expecting them to keep giving when they have so little left?

When I look ahead, I wonder—what’s the point? If nothing changes, if the system stays blind to the reality of the people, what reason do I have to imagine myself still here in 10 years?