తండ్రి మరణం ,కూతురికి నేర్పిన పాఠాలు

మాతృ గర్భం నుండి సముద్రం గర్భం వరకు, తల్లి  చల్లని ఒడి నుండి మృత్యు మాత యొక్క అగ్ని ఒడి వరకు జరిగే ప్రయాణంలో నీ ప్రశ్నలు నీవే, జవాబులు నీవే, పోరాటం నీవే.. బతుకు నీదే.. చావు నీదే. పుట్టుక, మరణం రెండు ఒంటరే.

ఈ రెండి మద్య నువ్వు పంచిన స్పూర్తి.. అదే నీ జీవితం

జీవితంలో అత్యంత ఘర్షణాత్మక సంఘటనలు మన వ్యక్తిత్వంలో బలమైన మార్పును కలిగిస్తాయి. 

Losing my father was one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced. But you know what? It changed me. It taught me lessons I don’t think I would have learned otherwise. It’s like life whispered, "Here’s the truth—take it, hold it, and grow with it."

One of the first things I learned was how important it is to stand on your own.I realized I had to become that for myself. Independence isn’t just about surviving—it’s about finding strength you didn’t know you had.

And trust? Oh, that was a big one. I’ve learned to be careful with trust. Not everyone deserves it, and that’s okay. But here’s the thing—I haven’t closed myself off. I’ve just become better at recognizing who’s genuine and who’s not. It’s about letting people in without losing yourself in the process.

Something else I’ve learned ( learning indeed)is the power of saying no. For years, I thought saying yes to everything made me kind or likable. But my dad’s absence showed me the beauty of boundaries. Saying no isn’t selfish; it’s an act of self-love. It’s a way of protecting your energy and time.

You know, I used to constantly look for validation—hoping someone would tell me I was enough. But now? I don’t need that anymore. Because honestly, the only validation that matters is the kind you give yourself.

And about tears—there was a time I thought crying in front of others would bring me comfort or connection. But I’ve learned that tears are sacred. Not everyone will understand your pain, and that’s okay. Crying in private has become my way of healing, my way of honoring what I feel without needing anyone’s permission.

I believed in kindness. That’s one thing I’ll never let go of. But I’ve also learned that being kind doesn’t mean being naive. It’s about being good to others while making sure you protect yourself. Kindness and self-respect can go hand in hand.

And you know what else? Life is so fragile. That’s what hit me the hardest. We complicate things so much, but it’s all so temporary. My dad’s passing reminded me to simplify, to let go of the noise, and focus on what truly matters.

Having something meaningful to work toward—it’s like a light guiding you through the darkest days. And along the way, I’ve decided that peace matters more than anything. Drama, chaos—it’s just not worth it. I choose peace now, every single time.

The biggest lesson, though? Impermanence. Nothing lasts forever. Birth and death—they’re journeys we take alone. But instead of fearing that, I’ve learned to embrace it. It’s made me realize that this moment, this life, is all we really have. So, do what makes you happy. Love fiercely, live boldly, and don’t hold back.

My dad’s passing didn’t just break me—it rebuilt me. And now, I see those cracks as the most beautiful part of who I am. Because through them, I’ve learned to love, to live, and to find strength in the fragility of it all. Life is short, my friend. Don’t waste it waiting for tomorrow. Live today.

Yours

Shweta Vishnuchittan.