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The Truth No One Tells You

A Poetic Reflection on What Life Quietly Teaches Us

By nawab sagarPublished 7 months ago 1 min read

Some truths don’t arrive with thunder.

They whisper.

At 2 a.m.

When you're too tired to pretend anymore.

You grow up thinking life is fair—

that if you do good,

you’ll receive good.

That effort equals reward.

That love means forever.

But the truth is

life doesn’t make promises.

It offers moments.

And sometimes,

those moments hurt more than they heal.

You’ll learn

that people change.

Not always because they want to,

but because time reshapes hearts

like rivers carve canyons.

You’ll look into someone’s eyes

and no longer find the person

you once knew.

You’ll chase dreams

and find yourself lost in the process.

Not because you weren’t capable,

but because the path twisted

while you were too focused

on running.

And still—

you’ll rise.

You’ll hold people

you thought would never leave.

You’ll say goodbyes

you didn’t know you were saying at the time.

One last laugh.

One last phone call.

One last silent walk.

Until memory is all that’s left,

and even that fades

when you’re not careful.

Life will break you—

not once,

but over and over.

Not to punish you,

but to remake you.

To soften the places

you once shielded

too fiercely.

To teach you the weight

of your own soul.

You’ll discover

that happiness isn’t loud.

It’s quiet,

almost shy.

Found in warm mugs

and slow Sundays,

in someone listening without fixing,

in letting yourself laugh

without guilt.

The truth is—

you won’t always feel okay.

And that’s okay.

Healing doesn’t announce itself.

Some days, just brushing your hair

is a victory.

Some nights,

just staying here

is enough.

But you will change.

Not because you want to,

but because life demands it.

You will become

the version of yourself

you never imagined

you could survive being.

And that, too,

is a kind of miracle.

So if no one told you—

here’s the truth:

You are allowed to fall apart.

You are allowed to rebuild slowly.

You are allowed to be a soft thing

in a sharp world.

And you are worthy,

even when life doesn’t say it aloud.

Especially then.

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About the Creator

nawab sagar

hi im nawab sagar a versatile writer who enjoys exploring all kinds of topics. I don’t stick to one niche—I believe every subject has a story worth telling.

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