Some days just feel too long and heavy. Not because something big happened, but because there were too many small things accumulating. That’s exactly how my day was—tiring, stressful, and my mind was already full of tomorrow’s to-do list. After work, I went to my usual restaurant. It’s a small, familiar place I visit often. I didn’t need to look at the menu. As always, I asked the chef for my favorite bread omelette—even though it’s not on the menu, they always make it for me. I found my seat and waited. Ten minutes passed. No food. That wasn’t normal. The restaurant was clearly busier than usual. The staff were rushing around, handling orders, and somehow, my simple request got lost in the chaos. A waiter came over, looking a little apologetic. “Sorry, we missed your order. Can I take it again?” he asked. Honestly, I was too tired to wait again. I told him so. But he said gently, “Just two more minutes.” Something about his tone made me stay. A few minutes later, the bread omelette fi...
Hey, can I tell you something? You’re being too hard on yourself. I know you’ve been thinking, "It’s my fault. It’s because of me.” Maybe you even read that quote: How can I blame the wind for the mess it made, if it was me who opened the door? At first, it made sense—right? Yes, we make decisions. We open the doors. And we face the consequences of what follows. But then I read something that completely changed my perspective: How do I know it’s a wind? I thought it would be a gentle breeze. I thought it would be refreshing. I thought it would be relaxing. I thought it would calm me. That hit differently. You see, we don’t open doors expecting storms. We open them with hope—hoping for peace, growth, healing, maybe just a little light. You had good intentions. And sometimes, things don’t go the way we imagined. That doesn’t mean it’s your fault. It means you’re human. P...