Life Must Go On They say the hardest part isn't hitting the bottom, but finding the strength to climb back up. Rising from the ashes was not easy; every step felt heavy, and every attempt to stand felt like I was being pulled back down. The scars of what happened were still fresh, and the memory of losing everything haunted me. But I was no longer walking alone. In my darkest hours, my family became my light and my strength. Their love was the ground beneath my feet. I didn't rush. I started slowly, taking just one small step at a time. There were days I could only crawl, but eventually, I learned to walk again. And one day, I knew I would run—stronger and faster than before. It is difficult to forget the pain and the betrayal. It is not something that simply fades away. But I realized that holding onto the hurt only keeps me in the past. So, I made a choice: I must let go. I must move forward. Forgiving those who hurt me and destroyed what I had was the hardest battle of all. My heart wanted justice, my mind wanted revenge. But then I remembered my faith. I surrendered it all to God. I realized I don't need to fight for what is right anymore, because He is the ultimate judge. I leave the justice to Him, so that my own heart can finally be free. Life must go on, and so will I.