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 Daily Reflection – The Homeless Billionaire

Today began earlier than expected. I rose at 5:30, a little frustrated at first, but then I realized my body was teaching me patience. Instead of pushing through with the usual four sets of stretches, I went with two, knowing this change would give me room to grow in my push-ups. And sure enough, by 7:30, I had already reached 600 push-ups, with the potential to reach 700.

As I exercised, I saw a woman I often notice in the mornings. She has been walking consistently, and today I could tell she is losing weight. Her progress reminded me of the meetings I’ve been attending—church, recovery groups, and support circles. In those places, people often rely on words, emotions, and verbal processing. But true change, I’ve seen, requires practice: walking if you want to lose weight, meditating and stretching if you want to know God.

Church was beautiful today, with the reading from Luke and the presence of children. My yoga word of the day was patience, humble, ego, and suffering. I chanted on those words, carried them with me, even while jogging out to get a drink afterward.

I’ve been observing people more closely—their patterns, their promises, their egos. Some speak of reliability, but their actions tell another story. Others dive into meetings with passion, only to relapse and disappear. It strikes me that what they lack is not belief, but discipline. Discipline is the gift I carry, and it separates me in a way I can now see clearly.

Later, I joined a food consciousnes meeting. The psychology there fascinates me. People speak of struggles, yet their steps to healing seem to drain confidence rather than build it. If someone diets six to eight months without real change, something is wrong. Still, these groups cling to words and confessions more than consistent practice. My own diet is simple—bananas, avocados, rice, water—and combined with yoga, it sustains me.

Through it all, my yoga continues to reverse my age, to make me feel new again. I am jogging 13 miles a day, and today felt light, peaceful, and inward-focused.

At church, I noticed how some preachers look at me. They greet me politely, but there is a distance. They wear their uniforms and preach about pain and not giving up, but few of them have truly lived through deep suffering. My journey has been different: I have known what it means to hold onto faith when there is nothing else. That is why today, I embraced a new name for myself—

I am the Homeless Billionaire.

A soul with discipline, faith, and patience—living proof that true wealth is within.