হতে পারলাম না কারোর হৃদস্পন্দন, হতে পারলাম না কারোর চোখের আসক্তি কোনোক্ষণ। যে কারোর খেয়ালে আসে না কোনোদিন, তেমনই অভাগা আমি… নীরব, একাকী প্রতিদিন। I write, I express, I pour pieces of myself into my blogs - yet they remain unread, unseen, almost as if they were never meant to exist. Lately, a strange thought has been growing inside me… that maybe I am insignificant to the universe itself. Humans love nature because we belong to it. We are shaped by connection - friendships that grow from chance encounters, love that blossoms from shared moments, bonds that feel almost destined. For most people, relationships seem to unfold naturally, like seasons changing. But for me, it has never felt that simple… or that natural. I tried to change myself - not just a little, but completely. I reshaped my personality, my habits, even my thoughts, believing that if I became more lovable, someone would eventually choose me. I tried harder, waited longer, hoped deeper. But in the end, nothing changed. It...
I finally gave up on God. Not because I wanted to. But because I tried again and again to believe, and it slowly stopped making sense. I prayed for things. I begged. I asked with hope. But most of the time, nothing happened. Some good things did happen in my life. But honestly, those things came because of hard work, not prayer. We work day and night, we struggle, we stay consistent—and when success comes, we say “God did it.” But it was our effort. Our pain. Our discipline. When my father was sick, I completely broke. I cried in front of God. I prayed more than ever before. I truly believed God would save him. But God didn’t. My father died. After that, I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. If God exists and still does nothing, then what is the point? To me, God felt like someone who only watches—silent, distant, doing nothing. So for me, God does not exist. Or even if God exists, He has no power to change things. For me, hard work is God. Hard work gives results. Hard work changes life. ...