Sometimes, it takes an entire lifetime to learn that not every open door is an invitation, and not every heart that smiles is a home. I ran into lives where I never belonged — mistaking comfort for connection, kindness for acceptance, and presence for permanence. The doors that opened were not entrances to love — they were resting lounges of convenience. I was never chosen, only used when needed. And when I needed love — silence answered, and distance spoke the truth.
It took years to learn: love cannot be borrowed, belonging cannot be begged, and hearts built for truth cannot stay in rooms of manipulation.
Two visions exist in life:
Pic 1 — Clear Vision: grounded, aware, focused.
Pic 2 — Fragmented Vision: illusion, delusion, emotional hallucination — multiple interpretations of a world that wounds instead of holds.
Through these worlds walked three women — now senior citizens — each fighting her own war, each carrying her own truth.
NILLY — The Free Spirit (Age 72)
A life lived like a wild bird — tasting skies, tasting freedom, tasting people. Not attached, not demanding, never trying to fix or tame another soul.
• She accepts love without ownership, companionship without chains.
• Celebrates herself alone, travels alone, pampers herself without apology.
• Handles betrayal like weather — she doesn’t collapse, she adapts.
• She smokes with guards, laughs with strangers, lives like a bee — tasting, moving, never clinging.
Her Power: Independence
Her Belief: Love without cage, life without guilt
Her Lesson: Fly. Don’t cling.
Ask yourself:
1. Are you a bird soaring high?
2. Are you a bird diving deep?
3. Are you a bird peering inside wood like a woodpecker?
4. Or stuck in the shade of sorrow?
SILLY — The Stoic Warrior (Age 60)
Disciplined. Fierce. Moral spine of iron. Guarded heart, loyal to her values — even when loyalty became her wound.
• Lives alone with pets — dignity over dependence.
• Betrayal scarred her — she sees it everywhere, even in art on her wall.
• Solitude is her castle and her shield.
• Breath tightens when anxiety strikes — body carrying battles that heart could not speak.
She sees herself as Garud atop the mountain, watching foxes below — pride and pain sharing one body.
She asked for divorce but did not receive freedom — age demands security even when soul demands flight.
Her Power: Discipline, self-respect
Her Pain: Betrayal carved into memory
Her Lesson: Strength is lonely but sacred.
GILLY — The Gentle Martyr (The Gullible Survivor)
Life hit her early — a wrong partner, a collapsing dream, a storm that took peace hostage.
• Returned to parental home to protect her child.
• Fought not just for herself — but for everyone she loved.
• Carried others’ burdens, broke silently, healed loudly.
• Earned success through suffering — slow like a turtle, persistent like a snail, leaving a silver trail of strength.
She built family pillars at the cost of breaking herself. She saved everyone — except herself.
Today she cries — knowing her values stood taller than her possessions.
Her Power: Sacrifice, spiritual strength
Her Lesson: Goodness survives but bleeds.
Three Lives. Three Truths. One Question.
Who is right? The one who lived for herself? The one who lived with iron discipline? Or the one who lived for others?
There is no right answer. Life is not competition. It is conscious choice.
The real wisdom? Detach without abandoning love. Attach without losing self. Hold sanity like a lamp in a storm.
Visualisation is survival. Identity is sacred. Belonging begins within.
Ask Yourself
- Do I need to deprive myself to feel worthy?
• Do I need to detach to stay sane?
• Do I mistake attention for affection?
• Do I walk into hearts not meant for me?Choose your identity before you choose your relationships. Choose your soul before you choose a seat in someone’s life.
Whether you are Nilly the Free Bee, Silly the Garud, or Gilly the Woodpecker — life rewards only one thing:
The courage to see clearly & live truthfully — even if the world sees you differently.
