There was a time when I travelled often,
But rarely with my own money.
Sometimes it was parents.
Sometimes relatives.
Sometimes help arrived without explanation.
I noticed this only recently —
not with guilt,
but with a quiet astonishment.
Life carried me.
This year, when I visited Shirdi, there was no work involved.
No agenda.
Only observation.
I realised something simple.
Support is a blessing.
But it cannot remain the structure.
There comes a moment when life steps back —
not because grace has disappeared,
but because it is asking you to stand.
That moment does not arrive dramatically.
It comes through responsibility.
Through money matters.
Through the need to answer for your own life.
I am in that moment now.
I am not free because everything is resolved.
I am free because there is no one left to hide behind.
No boss.
No institution.
No inherited structure.
Only work that must now be done with attention.
Being carried teaches trust.
Standing teaches dignity.
Both are necessary.
But they belong to different seasons.