Before the End Begins

You live your days without peace… and when the story ends — you take nothing. So why this suffering, my friend? Why this fire that burns within? You chase, you fight, you cling to “mine”… but everything you hold — slips through time. You say, “This is me. This is mine.” You build your pride, you guard your shine. But when the final breath turns cold, nothing remains… not even your soul’s hold. The curtain falls. The lights grow dim. The stage is empty — and so are you within. How many years will you chase illusions? How many nights will you drown in confusion? You came with nothing. You will leave the same. So why fill the space between with pain… with name… with blame? There is a place — where the restless heart can finally rest. A shelter where storms grow silent. At Shirdi Sai’s feet… you’ll find the peace you always missed. Let go. Breathe. You are not what you own, not what you fear, not what you lose. You are the stillness between two breaths, the silence between birth and death. You leave without peace during your life, and take nothing at the end. So why this suffering, my friend? Why not rest… before the end begins?