There was a time in my life when waking up every morning felt like a punishment. I had lost my job, my marriage was falling apart, and I had debts that I couldn’t even begin to pay.
Every day felt heavier than the last, and I started to believe maybe life had nothing good left for me. I smiled in public, but deep inside, I was breaking. People around me thought I was strong, yet I was only surviving, not living.
One evening, as I sat by myself staring at the wall in my small rented room, I felt an overwhelming emptiness. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it.
One evening, as I sat by myself staring at the wall in my small rented room, I felt an overwhelming emptiness. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I was tired of explaining why nothing in my life was working. At that point, I was thinking of leaving town altogether disappearing and starting fresh somewhere no one knew me. But before I could finalize my plans, something happened that I can only describe as fate.
The next morning, while buying tea at a kiosk, I met a stranger who seemed unusually cheerful. He started a random conversation, and for some reason, I opened up about my life.
The next morning, while buying tea at a kiosk, I met a stranger who seemed unusually cheerful. He started a random conversation, and for some reason, I opened up about my life.
I don’t know why I trusted him, but I told him everything the job loss, the broken marriage, the debt. Instead of pity, he gave me advice that would later change my life.
He said, “You may think you’ve reached the end, but maybe this is just the point where your real journey begins.” TO READ MORE, TAP HERE.