I just closed the final page of Hermann Hesse’s 1922 novel, Siddhartha and I am writing this while the emotions are still raw. To be completely honest, I picked up this slender book expecting a simple historical fable about ancient India. Instead, it felt like looking into a mirror. It left me questioning how I define success, how I handle failure and what it truly means to find peace in our chaotic, fast-paced world.