Rainbow After Purgatory

What will your life be like in three years?

For what felt like a lifetime, I lived in the twilight. It wasn’t the beautiful, golden hour of sunset; it was the endless, muted gray of a dawn that refused to break. My life wasn’t dark, but it certainly wasn’t bright either—a quiet purgatory, a waiting room between the person I was and the person I was finally meant to become. Days simply bled into each other, and the horizon, the promise of a better life, always felt like a shimmering, cruel mirage—close enough to see, but eternally out of reach.

But in that silence, a truth persisted. Deep, deep down, a quiet, stubborn flame refused to be extinguished. It was the absolute, non-negotiable belief that this was not the final chapter of my story. That change wasn’t just a possibility; it was an inevitability.

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Now, the air feels different. The internal winds have shifted.

I can sense the dawn pressing against the clouds, and with it, the ancient, powerful whisper of a promise echoing in my soul: Asato mā sadgamaya. From untruth to truth, from darkness to light, from death to immortality.

This transformation, I know, won’t be a sudden miracle. It’s the result of quiet patience, the power of surrender to the process, and an unwavering faith in the blueprint of my life.

In just three years, I don’t just see a changed life; I see a re-colored one:

• Laughter echoing where heavy silence used to linger.
• A steady, magnetic Purpose replacing the old confusion.
• Vibrant, saturated Color bursting onto a canvas that was once only gray.

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The finish line isn’t three years away, though. My first marker is much closer. Before Christmas 2025, I will look up and see the star of hope rise—not in the distant sky, but right here, within me.

And when that light breaks, steady and true, I will look back at the long, challenging night and know this: It was worth it.

Because life has taught me one beautiful, universal truth: Even after the heaviest, coldest rain, the rainbow always, always returns.

What’s your ‘Asato mā sadgamaya’ moment?

Is there a core belief that kept you going through your own “twilight” period?

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