I apologize for this message, but I can no longer carry all of this silence on my own. Sometimes I feel that people do not destroy dreams through cruelty alone—they destroy them through indifference. We are quick to elevate meaningless content, turning it into fame and fortune overnight, while those who dedicate years of their lives to learning, building, creating, and fighting for a better future are often left unseen. There are people who spend countless nights studying, working, sacrificing, and carrying burdens no one notices, yet they struggle to receive even a fraction of the attention given to things that add little value to the world. I say this because I have lived it myself. Since I was nineteen years old, I have been fighting for my future alone. I studied engineering, launched an online store that failed, worked on numerous projects and ideas, and endured more setbacks than I can count. Each time I fell, I stood back up and convinced myself that tomorrow might finally be different. Today, I have a fundraising campaign, not for luxury or comfort, but to help me graduate and support my next project, along with many other ideas I have carried for years—ideas I still dream of bringing to life. To the world, they may seem small; to me, they represent years of hope, effort, and persistence. What hurts the most is not failure itself, but the feeling of shouting into a void and hearing nothing in return. I have witnessed things I would never wish upon another human being. I watched my country being destroyed before my eyes. I watched my city suffer and be left behind without the help it desperately needed. Since then, I have carried a fear that never truly leaves me—the fear of ending up the same way, broken and abandoned while the world simply moves on. Even the small things that once brought me comfort disappeared. My beloved bed was destroyed, and my cat died from the terror and devastation of the bombardment. To some, these may sound like insignificant details, but to me they were pieces of a life I was desperately trying to hold together. Every time I lost something, I told myself that it was okay because I still had my dream. But even dreams grow tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of knocking on closed doors. Tired of being overlooked while carrying everything they have left. So if you ever come across someone who is genuinely trying, do not underestimate the value of a kind word, a shared post, an opportunity, or a simple gesture of support. You never truly know how close someone may be to giving up, or how much a single act of belief can change the course of their life. Some people do not need fame, wealth, or sympathy. Sometimes, they only need a small sign that the world has not forgotten they exist.