Will there ever ?

In the dimly lit corridors of this journey, each day, the unwavering efforts and the passion, once brimming with optimism and enthusiasm, seem to vanish into the void. The path I tread has become a slow march towards stagnation, my professional growth stifled and my aspirations held captive. I stand at this juncture, anchored by a singular reason that keeps me here, a solitary thread of hope. Like a solitary beacon in the darkness, the only reason guides my steps through the arduous terrain. While my truest ambitions yearn for a nurturing environment where they can flourish, I persist in a place that fails to acknowledge their potential. 

Each passing day, the weight bears down on me. My skills and dedication should have found a home where they could be cultivated. The price I pay is steep, as my spirit is slowly drained with each passing day, and my sense of self-worth diminishes in the face of persistent neglect. Despite being acutely aware that I deserve a nurturing environment that values my dedication and hard work, I long for a stage where my potential can flourish, where my efforts can make a difference, and where my growth is not stifled. 

Yet, will the efforts ever make a difference ?

Will the expertise ever make a change ?

Will the knowledge ever be valued ?

Will the skill ever be utilized well ?

Will the professionalism ever flourish ?

Will the worth ever be truly resorted well ?

Despite all these questions that lingers, what a painful irony it is to have your most beloved profession, the very source of your passion and dreams, to turn into the source of anguish whereas, the longing for growth slowly withers in the face of this unwarranted stagnation.