Billions of possibilities collapsed into one. That one was you.
Let me ask you something honest.
The last time something went wrong in your life – a relationship that ended, a dream that didn’t work out, a door that closed when you were certain it would open – what was the first thing you said to yourself?
For most of us, it was not kind.
Why am I like this. Why does this always happen to me. Maybe I am just not enough.
I have been there. Many times. And I know how quietly that voice can settle in – not loudly, not all at once, but slowly, like dust on a shelf, until one day you look at yourself and you have forgotten who you actually are.
This blog is about remembering.
When Life Does Not Go the Way We Expected
There is a particular kind of pain that comes not from loss itself, but from the story we attach to the loss.
Something goes wrong. And immediately, without even realising it, the mind turns inward – not to find strength, but to find blame. And the easiest target? Ourselves.
We begin to think that the failure is proof of something. Proof that we are less. Proof that we were never meant for good things. Proof that everyone else somehow got the map to life, and we are wandering without one.
But here is what I want you to sit with for a moment:
What if the thing that went wrong was never about your worth? What if it was simply a chapter – not the whole story?
I have written before about karma and destiny – how the difficult seasons in our lives are often the fruit of seeds planted across many lifetimes, arriving now, in this body, in this chapter. The storm was not sent to destroy you. It was sent because you are strong enough to stand in it. And when it passes – and it always passes – something in you will have grown that comfort never could have given you.
The Universe Did Not Create You Carelessly
Think about this – really think about it.
Billions of stars were born and burned out. Billions of chemical reactions took place across billions of years. Oceans formed. Continents shifted. Species rose and disappeared. Civilisations came and went.
And through all of that – through every single moment of that incomprehensibly long story – the universe was quietly, patiently moving toward you.
Your specific parents. Your specific birthplace. Your specific mind, the way it works, the things it notices, the questions it asks at 2 in the morning that no one else seems to ask. All of it. Precise. Deliberate.
You were not an accident. You are not a mistake the universe is trying to correct.
You are, in every measurable and immeasurable way, a miracle.
And if that is true – and I believe with everything I have that it is – then hating yourself is not just painful. It is untrue. You are turning against something the entire cosmos worked to create.
Why We Forget This
The mind, in pain, becomes very small.
It stops seeing the whole picture and fixates on the single frame that hurts the most. A rejection. A failure. A moment of embarrassment. And in that smallness, it starts to draw enormous conclusions about who we are and what we deserve.
This is not wisdom. This is a wound talking.
Lord Shri Krishna, in the Bhagavad Gita, speaks of a person of steady wisdom – someone who is not shaken by sorrow, not swept away by pleasure. Not because they feel nothing. But because they have found something deeper than both – an understanding of who they truly are, beyond what happens to them.
You are not your failure. You are not your bad season. You are not the voice in your head that says you are too much or not enough.
You are the one who is aware of all of that – and that awareness, that consciousness, is something extraordinary.
What Giving Yourself Importance Actually Means
I want to be careful here, because this is not about becoming arrogant. It is not about deciding you are better than anyone else.
It is something quieter than that.
It is the practice of treating yourself the way you would treat someone you love deeply. Speaking to yourself with at least the same gentleness you would offer a struggling friend. Not abandoning yourself the moment life gets difficult.
It means – when the bad chapter arrives – you do not become the narrator who says this is all I am. You become the reader who says let me see where this story goes.
When I went through my own difficult periods, what saved me was not pretending everything was fine. It was a quiet, stubborn refusal to believe that the difficult season was the truth about me. I made fun of the hard times. I found the lesson hidden inside the pain. And slowly, I started to see that the very struggles I was most ashamed of were the things that made me deeper, more compassionate, more real.
The suffering did not diminish me. It revealed me.
A Small Practice, Starting Today
Tonight, before you sleep, I want to ask you to do something simple.
Place your hand on your chest. Feel your heartbeat.
That heartbeat did not happen because you earned it. It did not pause when you failed. It did not skip when you said something embarrassing or made a decision you regret. It kept going – steady, faithful, without asking anything from you.
That is how important you are. Not to the world. To existence itself.
You are being kept alive by something that believes in you even when you do not believe in yourself.
Start there. That is enough for today.
You Are Not Behind. You Are Not Broken.
Life did not go the way you planned – and maybe it went somewhere difficult instead. That is real. I am not going to pretend it isn’t.
But a plan that did not work out is not evidence that you are not worthy of a good life. It is simply evidence that the path looks different than you imagined. And sometimes – most of the time, in my experience – the real path is far more interesting than the one we had mapped out.
Give yourself some importance. Not because you have achieved enough. Not because everything is going well.
But because billions of possibilities collapsed into one – and that one was you.
That alone is reason enough.
Written from personal experience ยท
