Self realization

 Another beautiful day continues, and I notice how differently I move through it now.

I observe fear without absorbing it.

I hear old stories repeated, not as warnings, but as habits.

I see how the mind clings to yesterday when it hasn’t been taught how to sit with today.

Being alone does not frighten me.

Silence does not push me toward escape.

Solitude sharpens my attention and returns responsibility to where it belongs.

I recognize how repetition can turn memory into fear

when it is never reexamined,

when growth is mistaken for danger.

My body knows another way.

Through movement, through breath, through stillness,

I learn how to face myself without running.

I notice how easily roles form in the world,

how quickly assumptions replace curiosity.

I feel the difference between care and projection,

between presence and performance.

I remain calm when others rush to define me.

I don’t resist, and I don’t surrender my ground.

I simply observe.

Each day teaches me how to stay whole

without needing to be understood,

how to remain open without losing myself.

Fear no longer organizes my choices.

Gratitude does.

I walk forward with awareness,

steady in my body,

clear in my mind,

quietly responsible for my life.

Yoruba Yogi