Sru had always dreamed of building her own business, but every effort seemed to crumble before her eyes. Friends and family, well-meaning but concerned, told her she was chasing a foolish dream. "Get a steady job," they urged. But the steady path never called to her, and with every failed attempt, the weight of doubt grew heavier.
One evening, sitting alone in the quiet of her room, exhaustion deepened her sense of defeat. She thought about giving up, about taking the easier road. But just then, a piece of advice from an old mentor echoed in her mind: "Success takes time. Keep moving forward."
The words didn't feel like a promise - more like a fragile thread she could barely grasp. But in that moment, it was enough. With no clear answer, just a flicker of hope, Sru whispered to herself, "I'll keep going."
It wasn't much, just a small thought, but it was enough to pull her back from the edge of giving up. That night, for the first time in a while, she felt a spark of possibility.
The next morning, Sru sat down at her desk again, feeling the weight of uncertainty but also something else: determination. It wasn't easy, and every step felt like it might be the wrong one, but she kept going. She didn't have all the answers. She didn't know where this journey would lead. But as long as she kept moving forward, there was a chance things could change.
And somewhere, hidden deep in the struggle, she began to believe that maybe the hardest part was just to keep going.
