# Toxicity, Time, Hope

There are moments when circumstance becomes so tangled that resolution feels impossible. In such hours, everything appears to be unraveling. It seems there is no one in this world who truly holds us in their heart. When we observe that everyone around us pursues only their own contentment, even our parents and loved ones seem indifferent to our suffering.

In these dark stretches, the world appears saturated with negativity. Love becomes a rare and elusive thing. We do not encounter it even within the sanctuary of our parents and loved ones. The toxicity feels inescapable, and solutions feel out of reach. And even when a solution emerges, it demands two, perhaps two and a half years to unfold. Yet we do not know how to proceed, how to endure those long months, what steps to take. There is no formula for survival in such waiting.

What I mean to say is this: the world grows steadily harder to inhabit as people become increasingly absorbed in themselves. Though we yearn for love and wish to give it freely, love itself becomes harder to find and to receive. And yet, despite everything, we persist in the belief that goodness dwells somewhere in the human heart, and that one day we shall encounter true love.