The weight of living

I am lost today, adrift in a world that feels cold and relentless, where death has become ordinary and cruelty goes unnoticed. Every corner of life hums with suffering, and yet the world moves on as if nothing matters. I feel small, fragile, like a single candle in a storm, questioning why I am here at all. How do we find meaning when fear shadows every step, when greed and violence seem to guide the course of human lives? I do not ask out of despair, but out of a raw, aching need to understand — how can we keep our hearts alive in a world that so often forgets what it means to be human? Long before the world knew the thunder of modern wars, life moved with a fragile rhythm. Villages thrived near rivers, markets buzzed with voices, and children ran through fields under the open sky. Yet even in these peaceful moments, shadows of human cruelty existed. The Mongols swept across Asia, leaving cities in ruins and generations trembling,...