Why is that?
Maybe it started in school. A system that trains us to become attention seekers.
Good marks earned more than just academic validation—they earned affection, praise, and love.
So you worked hard. Not always because you loved learning,
but because you loved how it made people love you.
This continues—year after year—until it becomes your default way of being.
Then you step into adulthood. Into the workplace.
And suddenly, that reward system is gone.
No one’s applauding your late nights or skipped meals.
All they want is the outcome.
You overwork. You sacrifice your health. You strain your relationships.
All in pursuit of that same external validation.
But it never arrives.
One day, it crashes.
You’re drained. Your body aches. Your heart hurts.
You’re surrounded by things, but you feel hollow.
You’re not sure what you want anymore.
You want to escape.
So, you quit.
And now… you feel lost.
Because you never explored who you truly are.
You never had time for hobbies in school, or dreams in college.
Just study, achieve, repeat.
And now that you’re off the treadmill, society brands you:
Unstable. A quitter. A misfit.
You feel the pressure—peers are getting married, buying homes, traveling, thriving.
And you? You’re single, broke, confused.
It feels like a bad dream.
But somehow, somewhere, deep inside… you still have hope.
And a soft, unwavering faith in the Divine.
You believe you’re being held—even now.
So, you rise.
You try.
You fail.
Some days, self-doubt swallows you whole.
The tears don’t ask permission; they just fall.
Time passes. Slowly, then all at once.
But you keep trying.
And then—something shifts.
You find a spark. A calling. A rhythm that feels like home.
You meet people who see you for who you are.
You begin doing work you love.
You heal. You grow. You fall in love—with life again.
You look back—not with regret, but with gratitude.
For the pain, the losses, the detours.
Everything shaped you.
You’re no longer chasing applause.
You’re no longer waiting to be seen.
Because now—you see yourself.
You know you’re enough.
You are home.
And when you think of the younger version of you—the little one who tried so hard to be perfect—
you send her love.
You give her a long, tight hug.
You whisper, “You did so well. I’m proud of you.”
You didn’t quit.
You broke the cycle.
You’re the one who ends the generational curse.
You are a warrior of light.
Even God must be proud of you.
And now, you live your purpose—
helping others who once felt like you did.
You’re guiding the younger versions of yourself,
teaching them how to live boldly,
to follow Dharma,
to fight with faith.
And suddenly, the world…
feels like a beautiful place again.