Tuesday

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Lately, I’ve been laughing at my own life — not out of mockery, but out of clarity.

The weight I carried for years has loosened, and what once felt heavy now feels light enough to observe.

I see how expectations were placed on the mind before the mind was ever taught to know itself.

How limits were absorbed quietly, without question.

How intelligence was measured outwardly, while the inner world was left unexplored.

None of it was wrong.

It was simply incomplete.

Through stillness, movement, and attention, I began to study myself.

Not to fix anything — but to understand.

The body became a teacher.

The breath became a guide.

The mind slowly revealed its patterns when I stopped rushing it.

I see now that learning doesn’t only happen through instruction.

It happens through repetition, curiosity, and honest reflection.

It happens when I stay present long enough to notice what arises.

I don’t feel behind.

I don’t feel ahead.

I feel awake to where I am.

The desire to learn has returned — not for status or validation, but for understanding.

I’m drawn to first principles, to how things work, to the quiet intelligence beneath complexity.

I’m learning when to speak and when silence holds more wisdom.

I’m learning humility — not by shrinking, but by listening more deeply.

I’m learning that confidence doesn’t need to announce itself.

I don’t need to define the future right now.

Not knowing no longer feels like failure.

It feels like space.

I honor the discipline that kept me moving, even when progress was slow.

I honor the patience that allowed clarity to arrive in its own time.

I honor the laughter — because it tells me I’m no longer afraid of my own life.

Today, I’m not trying to be more than anyone.

I’m simply learning how the mind works — through me.

And that is enough.

Yoruba Yogi