Self

 Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Today, I finally understand balance — not as an idea, but as a lived state.

For a long time, I thought strength meant pushing, proving, enduring more than anyone else. And in many ways, that discipline saved me. It rewired my mind, trained my body, and taught me what commitment really is. But now I see that balance isn’t found at the extreme. It’s found in listening.

I can feel it in myself now — a quiet steadiness. I’m no longer trying to escape my past or justify it. I’m not trying to turn pain into a badge or wisdom into a weapon. I’m just allowing my life to be what it is, without needing to decorate it or defend it.

I see clearly how much effort I once put into becoming something for the world. Titles. Roles. Approval. And I also see how much peace arrived when I stopped chasing those things and started paying attention to what was happening inside me. Not to fix it — just to understand it.

What surprises me most is how little I need now. Silence feels full. Movement feels honest. Not knowing feels safe. I don’t need to repeat my story to make it real. I don’t need to explain my choices to validate them. My body already knows the truth.

I’m learning that healing isn’t loud. It doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t require witnesses. Real healing shows up as balance — the ability to feel deeply without drowning, to see clearly without hardening, to stand firmly without pushing back against the world.

I don’t feel superior. I don’t feel behind. I feel present.

And for the first time, that feels like enough.

Yoruba Yogi