We are born on this road, we live on it, and we die on it, carrying our dreams beside us and our children behind us. That is the hardest truth of all. Life keeps moving through the same narrow passage, generation after generation, dragging hope, fatigue, memory, and loss along the way.

And still, even here, people keep dreaming, keep loving, keep placing tomorrow in the hands of their children as if the road might finally be kinder to them.