I was walking barefoot on the lawn,listening to music, lost in the moment—

Until I bumped into a schoolmate.A casual hello turned into a real conversation.

She said, “Tomorrow’s my last day of college.”And just like that—we were in nostalgia.

We remembered our first day:"This is going to be amazing! Four years! Wow!”

And now?

“Man, I just want this degree over with.”

What happens in the middle that changes everything?

Most of the time—relationships or career pressure.

Back in school, we believed college would be perfect.

Now in college, we believe life will be perfect after we get ___.

(That dream job. That dream person. That dream outcome.)

Is this just me?

Just my friends?

No. The more I ask around—the more I read—It’s everyone. Everywhere.

Even in the stories of gods.Even in the story of Lord Ram.

He didn’t just have a hard life—Even after life, building his temple at his own birthplace became a challenge.

But here’s the difference between his life and ours:

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"મારું મંદિર ધ્વસ્ત થઈ ગયું એનો કોઈ અફસોસ નથી ;

પણ મારી મૂર્તિ ખોવાઈ ગઈ એ મને કોઈ શોધી આપો.”

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It's okay if your temple is shattered.What matters is—is your deity still alive inside you?