The government increased the price of cigarettes, but did not increase the wages of workers

Hello Hivers, Now the weather in my country is pouring rain. When it's raining heavily like this, it's best to drink coffee while smoking. However, today my heart is filled with deep resentment. The feeling of disappointment hit, against the government that seems to arbitrarily increase the price of cigarettes. Three times this year the price of cigarettes has been increased. And you know the reason they raised the price of cigarettes? This is for the country's development budget. But unfortunately, the salary of workers like me was not increased. It feels like an unfair decision, like a blow that strengthens the gap between us.

I do not mean to blame the increase in cigarette prices directly. I am aware of the negative impact on health and the personal economy. But what frustrates me, even more, is the increasingly obvious imbalance between hard-fought workers and government policies that seem to forget our needs as workers. If the minimum wage for workers is increased and workers are empowered, the increase in cigarette prices may no longer be a big problem for me and my fellow workers.

In addition, I have deep disappointment with the lack of transparency in the development budget. I, as a commoner, can only see how the government lives in luxury and satisfaction, while my friends and I have to force ourselves to be patient with all our limitations. But until when? Until we wait for death to pick up?

Living in a country filled with mafia and corruption, I feel as if I am trapped in a system that impoverishes me and my friends. they treat people like people who are powerless so that those of the upper class can arbitrarily carry out unjust policies. Even though there is a bit of fear that haunts me, fear that my rights as a citizen will continue to be ignored, fear that my friends and I will continue to be forgotten amidst the glitter of development that seems to never stop.

However, I realized that anger and disappointment alone would not change anything. Maybe my friends and I should find a way to deal with it effectively and constructively. Expressing my worries and that of my friends, expressing opinions to the government, and joining organizations or groups fighting for my rights are probably the steps that can be taken.

Maybe my friends and I need to be involved in discussions and debate forums to express our views firmly and demand the changes that my friends and I need. But despite all of this, I couldn't help but feel tired and dizzy over my mind. The feeling of being trapped in a system that seems unfair and opaque is dizzying. It's moments like this, sometimes I feel like giving up. How could I, as a commoner, be able to stand against such a powerful force?

Is it possible that through unity with my friends, they and I can fight for the justice and prosperity that we deserve? I want one day, my voice, the voice of my friends, the voice of the common people who feel impoverished by the system and the government, will be heard. I hope that real change is possible, even if the journey is long and arduous.Hello Hivers, Now the weather in my country is pouring rain. When it's raining heavily like this, it's best to drink coffee while smoking. However, today my heart is filled with deep resentment. The feeling of disappointment hit, against the government that seems to arbitrarily increase the price of cigarettes. Three times this year the price of cigarettes has been increased. And you know the reason they raised the price of cigarettes? This is for the country's development budget. But unfortunately, the salary of workers like me was not increased. It feels like an unfair decision, like a blow that strengthens the gap between us.

I do not mean to blame the increase in cigarette prices directly. I am aware of the negative impact on health and the personal economy. But what frustrates me, even more, is the increasingly obvious imbalance between hard-fought workers and government policies that seem to forget our needs as workers. If the minimum wage for workers is increased and workers are empowered, the increase in cigarette prices may no longer be a big problem for me and my fellow workers.

In addition, I have deep disappointment with the lack of transparency in the development budget. I, as a commoner, can only see how the government lives in luxury and satisfaction, while my friends and I have to force ourselves to be patient with all our limitations. But until when? Until we wait for death to pick up?

Living in a country filled with mafia and corruption, I feel as if I am trapped in a system that impoverishes me and my friends. they treat people like people who are powerless so that those of the upper class can arbitrarily carry out unjust policies. Even though there is a bit of fear that haunts me, fear that my rights as a citizen will continue to be ignored, fear that my friends and I will continue to be forgotten amidst the glitter of development that seems to never stop.

However, I realized that anger and disappointment alone would not change anything. Maybe my friends and I should find a way to deal with it effectively and constructively. Expressing my worries and that of my friends, expressing opinions to the government, and joining organizations or groups fighting for my rights are probably the steps that can be taken.

Maybe my friends and I need to be involved in discussions and debate forums to express our views firmly and demand the changes that my friends and I need. But despite all of this, I couldn't help but feel tired and dizzy over my mind. The feeling of being trapped in a system that seems unfair and opaque is dizzying. It's moments like this, sometimes I feel like giving up. How could I, as a commoner, be able to stand against such a powerful force?

Is it possible that through unity with my friends, they and I can fight for the justice and prosperity that we deserve? I want one day, my voice, the voice of my friends, the voice of the common people who feel impoverished by the system and the government, will be heard. I hope that real change is possible, even if the journey is long and arduous.