Desperate, Greedy, Degenerate, Lonely and Trapped...

Life… The life that is passing away... It is black and white for all of us. We all had dreams, and we got sold onto that. We had hopes. They used our hopes to torture us. They used our hopes as a weapon against us. What we got remained is a WASTED LIFE. A life spent chasing shadows on charts, Numbers flickering on screens, whispering promises of a future that never came. We were baited with freedom, yet found ourselves shackled. We were told we could beat the system, but the system devoured us. This existence, ruled by greed and desperation, Is nothing but a slow rot of the soul. The late nights staring at screens, The endless cycles of gain and loss, The false victories that leave you emptier than before. They call it trading, but what we traded was ourselves. Our time, our relationships, our sanity—sold for the illusion of wealth. But wealth was never the goal; it was a mirage. What we truly sought was meaning, a purpose beyond survival. And that... That was the cruelest illusion of all. Now, we are left as ghosts haunting the ruins of what could have been. The dreams we had, now ashes. The lives we touched, now distant. We’ve become desperate, greedy, degenerate, lonely and trapped. But this manifesto is not a surrender. It is a reckoning. We write this not as victims, but as witnesses. Let this be an act of defiance: Our silence for the truth. Our despair for clarity. Our wasted life for the spark of rebellion. Because even in the ruins, there is a choice. To rise, to break the cycle, To reclaim what remains of our humanity.