Friday

 🌕 Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Last night opened my eyes in a new way. I walked into that circle and immediately felt the heaviness in the room — the negativity, the stories, the noise. It was almost unbelievable how much energy people waste talking about gratitude without living it. For the first time, I truly saw how different I have become.

When I spoke about my own journey — sleeping outside in the cold, waking up before dawn, doing my yoga, staying disciplined and grateful — the whole atmosphere shifted. And I could feel it: the moment genuine gratitude appeared, the conversations around me turned into distractions and sorrow stories. Not because of me, but because truth makes people uncomfortable when they’re not living it.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t prove anything. I just sat in silence and watched. And that silence taught me more than any meeting could. It made me realize that many people hide behind words, but very few live what they preach. The mind sees it now so clearly that it feels like watching children argue over toys. It doesn’t upset me — it simply amazes me.

After I left, I felt the cold of the night only in my clothes, not in my spirit. My yoga this morning felt deeper than usual, like my body and mind finally met each other exactly where they belong. Every stretch was a release. Every breath was intelligence moving through me. I might have woken up later than usual, but my discipline didn’t change — I still got the movement, the focus, the silence.

I took my belongings back to the garage where they’re kept, and even that felt like a small blessing. Then I jogged down to the church and sat in the place that has become my peace corner. I said nothing, just rested in silence. Silence is becoming my language. And I notice how some people stare, like they’re trying to figure out something they can feel but cannot name. I don’t engage. I just remain still.

The funny part is listening to prayers about compassion for the poor, knowing that the same people praying don’t always practice that compassion. I don’t judge it — I simply observe the contradiction. It teaches me more about humanity, and it strengthens my commitment to stay true to my own path.

Now here I am, sitting with myself and realizing something: I truly don’t know what direction my life is taking. I don’t know the plan. I don’t know the timing. And yet, I am completely at peace with that. I only know that I am a motivational speaker, a messenger, a teacher in silence. Everything else feels small and unnecessary.

I’m in a stage where things no longer make sense in the old way. The negativity, the chaos, the ego — I see through it all. I no longer feel the need to play along. I’m just watching. Observing. Growing. Preparing.

And somehow, not knowing what comes next feels like the most powerful place in the world.

Yoruba Yogi