Everyone is working as hard as they possibly can, battling their own demons, their inner selves, and the people around them. Sometimes, they seek comfort in love to momentarily alleviate stress, but this relief is usually short-lived. The struggle is often for fame, money, and everything connected to those pursuits. You're investing all that you have, doing all you can, and encouraging everyone to pour their hard work into one significant goal. But will all this hard work pay off in the end? What constitutes enough, and where does this relentless pursuit conclude?
I pondered these questions, having always believed that hard work eventually pays off. This belief was particularly ingrained in me, growing up in an Asian household and being one of the few Asians in my neighbourhood. But sometimes, life can be harsh, handing you difficulties and showing no sympathy. So, one must ask, is everything you're working for truly worth it? Is it worth sacrificing your health, spending less time with those you love, or neglecting yourself?
