Inspire, Or Get Inspired Everyday

I grew up in a home where we had just enough. My father was the sole breadwinner, my mother managed the household, and life moved along steadily. We weren't wealthy, but we never struggled either. It was a simple, stable life, and for the longest time, I believed that stability would last.

Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a lawyer. It wasn't about grand court cases or dramatic closing arguments—I just wanted to be someone who could help people when they had nowhere else to turn. I worked hard in high school, got accepted into college, and took my first steps toward that future.

Then everything fell apart. One day, my father was gone. A sudden heart attack took him away, leaving behind a home that no longer felt secure...

Every morning, I wake up feeling like a piece of me has disappeared overnight. The alarm screams, and for a second, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself to move. My body feels heavy. My mind feels empty. But I get up anyway, because that's what I do. That's what I've always done.

The day unfolds the same way it always does. Coffee I don't really want. Clothes that make me look like someone who has their life together. A train full of tired faces, all heading toward another day of pretending to care.

By the time I sit at my desk, I already feel drained. The emails pile up. The meetings drag on...