Myself, a human being

Life refuses to follow your plans sometimes. It starts with confidence. Not loud confidence - but the quiet, steady kind. The kind that sits inside you and says, “This time, it will work.” You map everything. You imagine every step. You even rehearse the happiness in advance; how it will feel, how it will look, how proudly you’ll say, “I made it.” For a moment, your future feels… certain. And then life gently walks in, looks at your carefully written script, and tears the last page first. It’s strange how we don’t prepare for this. We prepare for success. We prepare for failure. But we never prepare for almost. Almost getting there. Almost being chosen. Almost becoming what you dreamed. That quiet, unfinished feeling - it lingers longer than any clear “yes” or “no.” And then comes the silence. Not the peaceful kind. The heavy kind. Where your efforts echo back at you, asking questions you don’t have answers for. “Where did it go wrong?” “Was it ever meant for me?” “Did I believe too mu...