Even the Watered withers

I had a houseplant once, a quiet fighter. It nearly died when I left it unwatered for a week, but it came back—grew new leaves, even bloomed. Then one day, without reason or warning, it simply died. Nothing had changed. No pests, no neglect. I never found out why.

Later, a colleague who had always seemed unshakable—calm under pressure, newly promoted, a proud new father—suddenly took his own life. No note. No signs. Just silence.  He looked fine on the outside, even thriving.We were stunned.

That's when I learnt, some things don’t wilt before they break. Some break quietly.