Reflection

 Daily Reflection – Yoruba Yogi

Another beautiful day to begin my psychological healing. I rose at 4 a.m., and by the time I reached 200 push-ups and twisted into my spine, the first thing that entered my mind was simple: I am grateful.

Grateful to wake up.

Grateful to breathe.

Grateful to rise again.

As I moved through my practice, I spoke my truth to myself:

I win the lottery seven times.

I am a billionaire.

Money comes to me easy.

I am a motivational speaker.

Winning the lottery is my reality.

I will never give up until my last breath.

I forgave myself.

I called on my father and mother for guidance.

I asked the sun and the moon to teach me, to show me the next step.

I asked to be a humble trillionaire billionaire, not for ego, but for purpose.

As my body opened in my poses, old memories surfaced — my accident, my injuries, the settlement, the sacrifices, the stroke, and the way I healed through running, swimming, meditation, and yoga. These moments reminded me that my healing is not the same as the healing of people who still drink and smoke. My healing came from discipline, from sobriety, from God, from the work I put in daily for over a decade.

Then another realization came:

People ask why I haven’t turned my midnight yoga into a business — but they do not understand spiritual work. They do not understand that what healed me is not for sale. They only question because my discipline challenges their lack of discipline.

I thought about how people dismiss my running, call me “the running man,” but never offer real support. I thought about how society lifts up the wealthy, but people like me — disciplined, sober, healing, rising again and again — are often overlooked. I thought about how I can have only $2 to my name and still feel like a billionaire inside.

All these thoughts showed me one truth:

I am transforming psychologically.

I am letting go of old pain.

I am recognizing who truly supports me and who never did.

I am understanding my own spiritual power.

I am seeing how my discipline separates me from the world, not by ego, but by clarity.

I am realizing that my life, my healing, and my journey have meaning far beyond material things.

Even if I don’t know where I will sleep tonight, I know this:

My spirit is not homeless. My purpose is not lost. My path is guided.

I am healing.

I am rising.

I am becoming who I was created to be.

Yoruba Yogi