The Meaning Behind a “Miss”

Yesterday was not my usual Saturday. It unfolded like a story with many subplots unexpected yet meaningful. I had planned to visit my gym partner, who is more like a brother to me. On the way, I stopped at a few temples, silently sharing my wishes. Deep down, I knew that the divine always acts according to its own plan, not mine. Still, the conversation between me and the universe felt peaceful.

Later, we went to his farm, plucked some fruits, and began one of those casual, intentionless conversations that somehow end up revealing deep truths. He suddenly used the word “Miss” as in “I miss those days” or “I miss someone.” For a moment, I couldn’t understand what he truly meant. But as I listened, something stiyrred inside me an epiphany.

Life, I realized, is much like a journey where people are fellow passengers. Some walk beside us for a while, some just pass through. Each has their own purpose, their own destination. When their role in our life is complete, the universe simply lets them move on. There is no need for anger or longing. They came to teach us something about love, patience, strength, or even detachment.

We call it “missing someone,” but perhaps it’s just life reshaping itself. The universe never leaves a void it always sends new people with new stories, new lessons, and new meanings. All we need is the courage to accept change and the grace to move forward.

So now, when I think of the word “Miss,” I no longer see loss. I see gratitude for those who came, stayed for a reason, and left after completing their part in my journey.

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