Your Story Was Never Yours

“You have a right to perform your actions, but never to the fruits of your actions.”

— Bhagavad Gita, 2.47

Dear Rahul,

You read this line many times. You never really lived it.

You thought if you worked hard enough, showed up enough, felt deeply enough — the outcome would be yours. It wasn’t. It never was.

The city, the family, the beliefs — none of it was your choice. Your story started before you had any say in it.

And then life moved. There were moments that felt like fate. Connections that made you believe the story was finally yours to write. And then quietly, without warning, some of those chapters ended. The silence after taught you more than the chapter ever did. You didn’t plan any of it. Not the hope. Not the loss.

There are days I wonder — what if you had been more careful? What if you had planned it well? Maybe less hurt. Maybe less alive too.

That version of you might have existed. He would have been Safer, Smarter and better. May be. May be not. Who knows?

The detours gave you what the planned ones never could. The unplanned conversation that changed your career. The people you never meant to meet. The city you never meant to stay in. The work you stumbled into. The heartbreaks that quietly made you deeper. None of it was in your plan.

So maybe the Bhagwad Gita is right — not just spiritually, but practically. Do your part. Show up. But release yourself on how it’s supposed to go.

The outcome was never yours to write.

Some days that feels like wisdom. Some days like an excuse. Maybe it’s both.

You were not the author, Rahul. But you were never just a passenger either.

You have done your best. You stayed when leaving was easier. You grew — without a road map — because something in you knew how to.

It happened. All of it. And you survived every chapter you didn’t write. 

That’s enough.

Always Yours.

Rahul