Whenever I sit in my room, feeling the breeze drift through the window, the soft rustle of leaves, and the cheerful chirp of birds, I am convinced that peace could last forever. And so do those who visit.

The room draws its tranquillity from the mango tree and the cluster of trees just outside the window, their branches swaying gently, breathing life into the space, day and night. Even on the sunniest days, the trees act as nature’s own ventilators, offering a constant, soothing flow of air.

But when the rain falls, the room transforms. The concrete floor, the unpainted cement walls, and the cold, metal burglar bars seem to absorb the chill of the storm, making the room feel distant,and uninviting. Even the warmth of the bed and blanket can’t quite fend off the biting cold that seeps in.

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People who visit always comment on the room’s refreshing atmosphere, but when the rain comes, they shiver, questioning how I can bear it. And yet, I have no control over it, no way to stop the cold from creeping in. I wish I could.

Like the room, life moves between moments of ease and discomfort. We often believe that beauty and peace will last forever, and when those moments slip away, we feel abandoned. But the truth is, we cannot stop the shifts in life. All we can do is gather strength to weather them.

When hardship arrives, don’t believe it has come to stay. Don’t let regret or blame anchor you. Focus on what you can control, nourish yourself, and if happiness seems distant, let a smile reach your lips and embrace love. Though it may feel like the storm will never end, good times will return. And when they do, don’t fear that they will slip away. Enjoy them, savour them—without misusing their fleeting nature.

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