Life Has Been Better

Let’s be honest sometimes, life just doesn’t feel like it’s playing fair.

You wake up already tired. The coffee doesn’t hit right. Your phone buzzes with reminders, bills, bad news, or worse silence from someone you miss. It’s those kinds of stretches when “I’m fine” becomes your go-to lie, and laughter feels like a language you’ve forgotten how to speak.

Lately? Yeah. Life has been better.

But here’s the strange, powerful truth: acknowledging that pain is its own kind of progress. We don’t grow stronger by pretending everything’s okay. We grow stronger by sitting with the ache and saying, “I see you, but you don’t get to define me.”

I’ve had days recently that feel like static gray, flavorless, just noise. I’ve questioned my purpose. Wondered where my spark went. Compared myself to everyone I shouldn’t, and felt small because of it. It’s hard to admit that publicly, but I think it’s important. Vulnerability isn’t weakness; it’s realness. And honestly, the world needs a bit more of that right now.

But even on the worst days, something quietly miraculous happens.

A song comes on that hits the exact note your soul needed.

A friend texts just to say “thinking of you.”

A stranger smiles.

You remember a dream you’d tucked away.

Or you make it to bedtime and that counts, too. Survival is a success story.

Here’s what I’m learning in this season: Life being hard doesn’t mean you’re failing. It means you’re living. And life, in all its messy, unpredictable brilliance, is not meant to be perfect. It’s meant to be felt. Even when it hurts.

So if you’re reading this and nodding silently to yourself, let me remind you of something I keep trying to remember, too:

You’ve made it through 100% of your worst days so far.

You are not broken you are becoming.

And this valley you’re walking through? It’s not forever.

Life has been better. But it will be again. And when it is, it’ll taste a little sweeter, because of everything you’ve made it through.

Until then, let’s keep walking. One step at a time. Together.


Arya Kaushik

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