A Conversation That Stayed
So, it was not some deep,soul-baring conversation - just a regular, low-key chat with my mom while we sipped coffee. I'd had one of those days where everything feels like it is pilling up - new project, new stuff to learn, stress levels through the roof. I was just unloading, you now? Ranting, complaining, the whole nine yards. Mom just sat there, listening, like she always does - quite patien, not trying to fix it.
But then right after I finished my little rant, she looked at me and said, real calm, "It is fine. You are allowed to be tired. Just don't stat thinking being tired means you failed."
And then, as if she hadn't just dropped wisdom like a mic drop, she just got up and wandered into the kitchen with our empty mugs.
I just sat there. Didnot say a word. That sentence stuck with me - like really got under my skin in the best way. I realized I had been measuring myself with the wrong yard stick always chasing productivity, never giving myself a break.
That one simple thing she said? It was a wake-up call. Like, hey breathe. Stop being your own worst enemy. Acceptance and rest matter too, not just the endless hustle.
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