Today I realized how long I have been chasing a future that never arrives. Tomorrow always promises something, yet life only ever meets me right here. I’ve spent years believing that meaning lives ahead, but experience keeps teaching me otherwise.
What steadies me now is not certainty, but presence. Not knowing where anything is, yet feeling calm, may be the deepest intelligence I’ve touched. The mind wants answers. The body wants honesty. When I listen to the body—through breath, movement, and stillness—I feel housed, even when I carry everything with me.
Yoga is no longer stretching. It is how I stay awake inside my own life. It keeps me from collapsing into memory or drifting into imagination. Each step, each breath, each movement brings me back to what is real.
Time has moved. People have changed. So have I. There is no fixing the past and no guarantee waiting in the future. What I have is this moment—and surprisingly, it is enough.
Today I choose presence over pressure.
I trust the rhythm that has carried me this far.
I don’t need to know everything to be at peace.
— Yoruba Yogi 🌕
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