Even as I close my book to rest, I can still hear the call of work pulling me back. It feels like an unspoken duty—academics demanding my attention once again. I pause and wonder: am I really that predictable?

I am tired—physically and mentally. I’ve spent hours studying, struggling to understand, often forgetting to eat and sacrificing sleep. Despite the effort, the words blur together, and comprehension feels just out of reach. Slowly, doubt creeps in. Why does this feel so hard? Why can’t I grasp it?

I feel drained and overwhelmed. All I want is to go home, to sleep, to step away from everything—even if only for a moment. I ask myself if it’s possible to let this go, to allow someone else carry the weight just briefly so I can breathe and rest.

Then I remember the people who have stood by me—their encouragement, prayers, and unwavering support. I think of their belief in me.

And so I tell myself, No, I can’t give up… even though I wish I could rest. As long as I still have breath in my lungs and the gift of a new day before me, I must make the best of it. Giving up, no matter how tempting, is not an option.