When You're Tired of Trying.

Some days, you’re just tired. Tired of being strong. Tired of acting like it’s all okay.

Tired of waiting for something, anything, to finally make sense.

You’ve done the work. You’ve read the books. You’ve sat in silence, repeated the mantras, lit the incense, closed your eyes and whispered prayers into the void.

And still something aches.

Not loudly. But constantly.

It’s not always grief. Not always fear. Sometimes it’s just this dull, endless tiredness of pretending that you’re not lost. That you’re not waiting for a love you can’t name.

But maybe, just maybe, this, too, is the path.

Maybe the cracking is not a failure but an invitation. Maybe the ache is not emptiness but a doorway to something real. Maybe, in this moment of rawness, you’re the closest you’ve ever been to God.

i let it all fall,

the strength,

the masks,

the prayers

what remained,

was not weakness,

it was me.

Remember what Rumi said, “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

You’re not alone in your pain. And no, you’re not doing it wrong. This path breaks you, only to reveal the part of you that was never broken. If this reflection met you in a tender place, let it rest with you.

Or send it to someone who’s quietly breaking, quietly holding on. No explanations needed. Only presence.

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© 2025 Beyond Silence.

A note from the listening silence. Please credit respectfully if shared.