You are not failing at life...
12/31/2025
“Aryan…”
“Yes dear…”
“Can you close the book and come and sit with me for a moment?”
“Sure, here I am. Tell me, what is it?”
“I think I am failing at life.”
“Why do you feel that way?”
“Because it hurts… it hurts like anything. I loved with everything I had, and now there is nothing left. My chest feels heavy all the time. I wake up tired. I try to smile, but it doesn’t stay.”
“Listen to me.”
“I am listening.”
“If you are hurt in love, hurt like anything, you are not failing at life, dear."
“Then what am I doing?”
“You are feeling life. Fully.”
“It doesn’t feel beautiful.”
“Not everything real feels beautiful while it’s happening. Some truths ache. Some lessons bleed. But only the ones who live honestly feel this deeply.”
“So this pain doesn’t mean I am weak?”
“No. It means you were brave enough to open your heart without armour.”
“But I lost.”
“You didn’t lose. You learned how deep your heart can go.”
“It still feels empty.”
“Empty rooms echo the loudest. That doesn’t mean they will stay empty forever.”
“Do you really think this is part of life?”
“Do you think the heart would ache this much if it wasn’t alive?”
“…Do you think so?”
“I know so.”
“Then sit with me for a while?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”