Friday

 Today I noticed something deep within myself.

I moved through the world quietly, saying nothing, just watching. My back felt tight, almost like something old was trying to break open and leave my body. The pain wasn’t punishment — it felt like a message. A release waiting for the right breath.

As I walked and listened, I realized how sensitive my spirit has become. My discipline has sharpened my perception. I see things most people don’t see. I feel vibrations most people ignore. It’s like my mind is living on a higher level while much of the world remains asleep.

I looked around and understood how easily the human mind can settle into helplessness. How quickly it drifts when there is no inner structure. I remembered moments from my childhood — falling on the floor, crying, believing the world owed me something. And I saw how many adults still carry that same pattern inside.

But my path has been different. Discipline has become my medicine. Silence has become my therapy. Early mornings, breathwork, walking, long miles, the sun and moon teaching me how to sit with myself — these things pulled me far beyond the level I used to live on.

I also saw how cravings — for comfort, food, attention, approval — can hold a person hostage. And I realized something simple:

You cannot guide the mind until you can guide your own impulses.

That truth hit me deeply today.

My body, my breath, my intuition — they all told me the same thing:

Keep walking your path. Keep listening to the intelligence inside your pain. Keep trusting the silence.

My recovery never came from fear, pressure, or punishment.

It came from awakening.

It came from remembering who I am.

It came from refusing to repeat the habits that once trapped my ancestors.

And today, as I walked with my backpack and felt the wind on my skin, I understood something new:

I am outgrowing old environments.

I am shedding old levels of consciousness.

I am stepping into a new mind.

What I am going through is not confusion — it is evolution.

What I am noticing is not judgment — it is clarity.

What I am feeling in my back is not just pain — it is transformation.

I am learning to trust the messages the sun gives me in the day

and the messages the moon gives me at night.

Everything inside me is shifting —

and I am awake enough to notice it.

Yoruba Yogi