But even as she faces the starkness of her situation, she knows that she’s done her best. There’s strength in knowing that she has weathered life’s storms, even if it meant letting go of her dreams. In these years of hardship, she’s forged a resilience she hadn’t realized she possessed, a quiet strength that sustains her through each day. The harsh reality of her present circumstances sets in. Life has become an exercise in resourcefulness. She has spent years stretching small amounts of money to cover necessities, learning to live on less and embrace simplicity. Thought there are moments of contentment, the strain of poverty has been a constant undercurrent. Survival has meant sacrifice and giving up comforts, letting go of ambitions and sometimes enduring, just holding on to the next day.
Leora often lets herself escape into daydreams, but it’s not just her imagined travels or career aspirations—it’s the stories she creates in her mind, worlds where kindness prevails and people live with dignity, even in the midst of challenges. Writing has become her refuge, a place where she can channel her hopes, losses, and reflections.
She writes of her life as it is, and of the life she once wished for. And through this act of writing, she finds a sense of purpose and clarity, a way to transform the pain of lost dreams into something meaningful, even beautiful.
Dear Tomorrow,
Life doesn’t always unfold as we imagine it will. But there’s beauty in resilience, in learning to navigate broken dreams with grace. We live in a world where success is often seen in grand accomplishments, but I have learned that true strength lies in the quiet victories—enduring when you feel lost, choosing kindness when you’re hurting, and finding light when the world feels dark. May you, too, know this strength, and let it guide you through every trial.” Every choice shapes the future/let us choose a world that values life and honour each soul.We can build a paradise here or we can exile ourselves to distant, barren places. The choice is ours. We are at a crossroad between a world of peace or division and each choice tilts the scale.
Leora sits in her room, feeling the weight of both the world’s suffering and its beauty. There’s a subtle, nearly imperceptible pull in her heart, as if the universe itself is reaching out to her. She feels a conversation taking shape—a dialogue with something greater than herself, or maybe it is just her inner voice: In her quiet space, she asks herself: “Why am I still here? My life feels like a series of small scattered moments, but surely there must be something more—a reason to keep trying?”
Someone is answering her plead and she finds the answer most comforting and reassuring: “Leora, your life is more than scattered moments. I’ve given you time not as a burden, but as a gift. “You’re not meant to save the world alone, Leora. You’re simply here to plant seeds—seeds of kindness, resilience, and wisdom. These letters will be a way to keep love alive in the hearts of those who read them. Think of them as a guide for the human spirit, a reminder that even when all else fades, love and kindness remain.”
My Vision 