This reality strikes at the core of human experience, stark and undeniable. Existence continues its relentless march regardless of our weariness, our broken hearts, or our depleted souls. The world maintains its rhythm—constant and unmerciful—insisting we match its tempo. There exists no reprieve from sorrow, no sanctuary for recovery, no compassionate pause where reality grants us space to heal. We are expected to bear our pain quietly, to persist forward while carrying the full weight of our inner turmoil.