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A friend of mine started his own restaurant, a tiny little one in one of the suburbs. He was upbeat. He was smart. He did everything he could do to make it successful. Every sales fundamental wasβ¦
A friend of mine started his own restaurant, a tiny little one in one of the suburbs. He was upbeat. He was smart. He did everything he could do to make it successful.
Every sales fundamental was applied, all marketing drives were taken care of, the costs kept under control, the quality was maintained paramount, the customer was taken care of.
All efforts, all actions, working in day and night were dedicated to the restaurant. Despite everything done right, his business did not take off. The numbers never crossed the magic number he was hoping to. He knew deep in his heart, that he had never fallen short of dedication and action.
Yet, inspite of everything, he was not receiving the fruits of his action. That dismayed him but that did not break him, even at times, he was almost on the verge. So what saved him was a story from our ancient wisdom.
In the Bhagavata Purana, Prahlada β a young child of extraordinary devotion β is subjected to repeated, violent attempts on his life by his own father. He prays. He does not waver. And yet the protection he seeks does not arrive immediately. It arrives after the full measure of the ordeal has been lived through.
The story makes a radical suggestion here β that Vishnu was not absent during Prahlada's suffering. He was present inside it. The Sanskrit word Antaratma β the inner self, the indwelling presence β suggests that the divine does not always come from outside to rescue. Sometimes it rises from within, forged by the very fire we prayed would be extinguished. The unanswered prayer was, in its own way, the most precise answer available.
There is a particular kind of suffering that does not come from bad things happening. It comes from good things not happening β despite everything. Despite the sincerity. Despite the effort. Despite the faith. You prayed. You waited. You believed. And the answer simply did not arrive in the form you needed it to.
And now you sit with something harder than disappointment β a quiet, creeping doubt about whether any of it means anything at all. Whether the universe is listening. Whether faith itself is perhaps the most elaborate story we tell ourselves to make the randomness bearable.
This doubt is not weakness. It is honesty. And it deserves to be sat with rather than immediately resolved with comforting answers. Because sometimes the most spiritually mature thing we can do is resist the urge to explain away our unanswered prayers too quickly.
What we asked for and what we needed were sometimes never the same thing. The distance between those two is where transformation quietly lives. Is there a prayer I gave up on too early β or one I am still holding whose answer may have already arrived in a form I did not recognise?
Every sales fundamental was applied, all marketing drives were taken care of, the costs kept under control, the quality was maintained paramount, the customer was taken care of.
All efforts, all actions, working in day and night were dedicated to the restaurant. Despite everything done right, his business did not take off. The numbers never crossed the magic number he was hoping to. He knew deep in his heart, that he had never fallen short of dedication and action.
Yet, inspite of everything, he was not receiving the fruits of his action. That dismayed him but that did not break him, even at times, he was almost on the verge. So what saved him was a story from our ancient wisdom.
In the Bhagavata Purana, Prahlada β a young child of extraordinary devotion β is subjected to repeated, violent attempts on his life by his own father. He prays. He does not waver. And yet the protection he seeks does not arrive immediately. It arrives after the full measure of the ordeal has been lived through.
The story makes a radical suggestion here β that Vishnu was not absent during Prahlada's suffering. He was present inside it. The Sanskrit word Antaratma β the inner self, the indwelling presence β suggests that the divine does not always come from outside to rescue. Sometimes it rises from within, forged by the very fire we prayed would be extinguished. The unanswered prayer was, in its own way, the most precise answer available.
There is a particular kind of suffering that does not come from bad things happening. It comes from good things not happening β despite everything. Despite the sincerity. Despite the effort. Despite the faith. You prayed. You waited. You believed. And the answer simply did not arrive in the form you needed it to.
And now you sit with something harder than disappointment β a quiet, creeping doubt about whether any of it means anything at all. Whether the universe is listening. Whether faith itself is perhaps the most elaborate story we tell ourselves to make the randomness bearable.
This doubt is not weakness. It is honesty. And it deserves to be sat with rather than immediately resolved with comforting answers. Because sometimes the most spiritually mature thing we can do is resist the urge to explain away our unanswered prayers too quickly.
What we asked for and what we needed were sometimes never the same thing. The distance between those two is where transformation quietly lives. Is there a prayer I gave up on too early β or one I am still holding whose answer may have already arrived in a form I did not recognise?