Tuesday thought

 Daily Reflection

This morning, I woke up early and stepped into my practice. The yoga, the meditation, the stillness, the breath—it set the tone for the day. I found myself at the church with the kids, moving through yoga together. Their energy reminded me of innocence, reminded me of why I practice: to keep faith alive without distractions. It was a pure moment, and it showed me again that this discipline I carry is not just for me, but for others to feel and learn from.

Later, I entered the meeting, and I felt something different. The words, the stories, they did not carry truth. I could feel the lies in the room. Not intentional lies, but the kind that come from ego and habit. People talking, but not living. Everyone looking for faith through replacements—food, cigarettes, money, distractions. But faith born out of emptiness is a different kind of faith. I know it because I have lived it: faith without drink, without money, without food, without cigarettes. And I see that they do not know this path.

When I speak, the room goes quiet. They want me to speak, but they cannot accept what I say. They want me to become one of them, but I refuse. I will not be part of that foolishness. My path is different, because it is built on practice, on endurance, on rolling on the floor with yoga, on running hundreds of miles, on meditation through the night. Without those, I could not stand sober today.

So I leave the meeting grateful. Grateful that I can feel the difference. Grateful that I can swallow my pride and keep speaking my truth. This is the best phase of my life, because I know who I am, and I know that faith born in emptiness is unshakable. I will keep standing my ground, keep practicing, and keep sharing, no matter who accepts it.