Friday reflection

 

Daily Reflection – The Homeless Billionaire

This morning began at 4 AM. At first, I thought, not again, but then I remembered — my discipline will always give me back what I’ve put into it. I began yoga, push-ups, and affirmations. By the time the sun was rising, I had already completed 630 push-ups. My yoga practice reminded me: this path is not for ego, and not for everybody. The intensity I feel is opening something in my spine, and I must continue to write down my practice.

On my jog to church, I realized I had left my yoga mat behind. Instead of panicking, I prayed, believed, and wrote it down. After church, I returned — and there it was, waiting for me. That simple moment taught me a deeper truth: if I can pray for my yoga mat and find it, then whatever I truly desire will come in time. That was my lesson in faith and fate.

Later, I went to what I now call a Drug Conscious Meeting. I observed how people there accept their addictions with words, but not yet with their full selves. They talk, but their bodies show suffering. I stayed quiet — not out of judgment, but out of compassion. My presence plants seeds. My silence is discipline.

At the Conscious Eating group, I saw the addiction of overeating. People speak spiritual, speak Bible, but ignore the discipline of the temple — the body. Scripture speaks of gluttony many times, yet in this culture it has been normalized. Overeating is treated as reality, but true reality is discipline. If you cannot control what you put in your stomach, how can you guide another soul?

At Old Savannah Mission, I received the blessing of a shower. Simple things — water, soap, space to clean yourself — are pure grace. That reminded me that dignity often begins with the basics.

Finally, I went to my Unconscious Drinking Realization meeting. At first, I felt frustrated. A guest speaker talked about meditation and prayer, and the room praised him. I thought: But I am the one who lives this daily. I am the one who meditates, prays, practices yoga, and runs, even while sleeping on a bench. It made me reflect on why I felt that way.

I realized it is because the culture of these meetings depends on sponsorship — a language I do not speak. For me, mentorship comes through living example, not titles. I have seen how discipline, encouragement, and example can transform a life. But in the meeting, my truth feels out of place. My discipline makes others uncomfortable, because it exposes their ego.

Still, I chose acceptance. This is not intentional. It is simply the stage they are in. Their language is sponsorship. My language is discipline. And instead of letting it frustrate me, I let it strengthen me.

I also noticed something deeper: spirituality without discipline is incomplete. If you pray and meditate but still sit in a diner at 10 PM overeating, you are not aligned. Real spirituality changes habits — it makes you go to bed early, rise early, live simply, breathe deeply.

The lesson of today is this:

👉 Faith is not words — it is discipline. Ego is not strength — surrender is strength. And even if others do not understand my language, my discipline is the proof.

One love.