There are seasons in life that do not just hurt, they unsettle your entire idea of who you are. Plans fail. People change. Certainties collapse. And in that darkness, the mind asks its oldest question: Why now? Why me? The Bhagavad Gita does not deny such moments. It begins in one. Arjuna is not weak because he breaks down. He is human. What makes that moment sacred is not the pain itself, but what the pain opens. Sometimes, the phase that feels like destruction is actually the breaking of a false life, so a truer one can begin.
