জিতে বিজয় করছিলাম, কিন্তু আসলে আমি নিজেকে পুনর্গঠন করছিলাম

আমি ভাবতাম,প্রতিটি বেটইএকটাritual—আমি  অসহয় খুঁি।দীপচওয়ালভ,ডিজিটালটাইলস্‌গড়েড ফেস্‌কল,জয়েরথ—এটা পবগদ।কিন্তু,তিনটি  মহinae  midnight session-এ,ব্রুকলин-এর  আমার  অ্পারমেণ্‌ট-এ,আমি stop chasing trends.

আমি need more wins. I needed space to breathe.

RNG doesn’t lie—but people do. We tell ourselves stories: ‘Three consecutive wins mean luck.’ ‘The dragon is coming tonight.’ We confuse patterns for purpose. In reality, each hand dealt was less about probability and more about presence.

I remember one night—I had just lost five rounds in a row. Not because the system was rigged—but because I was broken inside. The silence between hands? That’s when I heard it: my breath slowed down.

This isn’t gaming therapy.

It’s grief turned into grace.

I started keeping an emotional log—not of bets or balances—but of moments: how my mother’s voice echoed from Shanghai when she said, ‘Don’t chase shadows; wait for your own light.’ How my father’s Irish roots whispered from Dublin: ‘Even dragons rest under clouds.’

Now, when I sit at the table—no longer betting—I watch the screen glow blue-purple like dawn over water.

You don’t need to win.

You just need to be still enough to hear yourself.