There are moments in life when pain feels overwhelming.
Not surface-level sadness…
but something deeper — something that shakes your identity.
We often say, “I lost something.”
But what if the truth is…
you didn’t just lose something —
you lost something you believed was yours?
King Chitraketu deeply loved his child.
When the child died, he was completely shattered.
This wasn’t just grief.
It was collapse.
Seeing his suffering, sages intervened.
They briefly brought the child back to life.
And then something unexpected happened.
The child spoke.
He looked at the king and asked:
“Who is my father?
I have had many… in many lives.”
In that moment, everything shifted.
Chitraketu realized—
his pain wasn’t coming only from love.
It was coming from something else.
Love is natural.
It flows.
But the mind quietly adds a layer:
“This is mine.”
“This should stay forever.”
And that’s where suffering begins.
Loss is painful — that is human.
But ownership intensifies that pain into something unbearable.
Because now, it’s not just loss…
It feels like a part of you is being taken away.
Look closely at your pain.
Is it only about what happened?
Or is it about what it meant to you?
My person
My success
My identity
My life
When something you identified with shifts or disappears,
the mind reacts as if you are breaking.
But what’s actually breaking…
is the idea of “mine.”
We don’t just experience life —
we build identity around it.
And then we expect it to remain stable.
But life doesn’t work that way.
People change.
Situations change.
Even you change.
When identity is built on something temporary,
suffering becomes inevitable.
This doesn’t mean you stop loving.
It doesn’t mean you detach coldly.
It means something more honest:
Feel everything
Allow love fully
Experience deeply
But don’t turn it into possession.
Start noticing your “my”:
My person
My success
My image
My life
Each time you say “my,”
ask yourself:
Am I relating… or am I holding?
You don’t suffer only because you lost something.
You suffer because something you identified with shifted.
And when you see this clearly,
something softens.
Not the love —
but the grip.
Love deeply…
but without turning it into ownership.
Because the moment love becomes possession,
it carries fear, control, and pain.
And the moment it becomes free,
it becomes peace.
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