This morning, I walked through the barn with a flashlight in my hand, thinking about how complicated everything is.
The cows are restless, sensing my mood, and the chickens in the coop are huddled in a corner, trying to keep warm.

But at some point, something happened that reminded me again why I'm holding on.

Near the old barn, I noticed a sparrow huddled under the eaves, shivering with cold and fear.
I walked over and gently covered it with my hand to warm it.
And when it finally calmed down a bit and began to chirp, I realized: even in the most difficult conditions, in complete darkness, life finds a way to go on.

We, too, must find the strength to move on, no matter what.

Every day on the farm is a struggle against circumstances, but also proof that we can persevere.

Even when it seems like everything around us is plunging into darkness, we seek the light: in work, in caring for the animals, in small joys.

I believe the war will end, and then these fields will be full of life and sunlight again.
But for now, we persevere.
We work, we care for the land and the animals, we smile at each other, even when fatigue weighs heavily.

Tell me, isn't that the meaning of life?