We all sat in the same classroom, didn’t we? Same chalkboard, same dusty carpet, same lessons on how to spell “success.” The timetable was identical, but life had a different curriculum waiting for each of us.
Some of us went on to be praised, some forgotten, some mourned, some judged, and some completely misunderstood. Behind those identical desks were lives that would one day scatter into destinies no textbook ever dared to predict.
And that’s the truth most of us overlook—the curriculum we were taught barely scratches the surface of what shapes a human being. We learned math, grammar, a little history. But did anyone teach us resilience? Did anyone show us how to process grief, manage anxiety, or break free from generational cycles? We memorized formulas, but no one gave us the tools to heal from invisible wounds.
Life’s real exams aren’t written on paper. They’re the sleepless nights when bills pile up, the quiet battles with self-doubt, the weight of losses no report card ever reflected.
So before you envy someone’s outcome or criticize another’s downfall, pause and remember: we all sat in the same room, but we were fighting very different battles. And no classroom, no syllabus, no chalkboard ever prepared us for that.
AnandNataraj 