Water always has a miraculous effect on soothing my soul.
For as long as I can remember, I was never really into books. It surprises many people because I often get asked for book recommendations. But honestly, most of the time, it feels like I’m only sharing half the truth. The few books I recommend have indeed impacted me in great ways, but the other half of the truth is, they’re also pretty much all the books I’ve chosen to read.
In fact, I’ve made an effort not to read much (this extends to podcasts and other forms of content). There’s often an anxious energy that rushes through me when I consume other people’s thoughts, as if they were intruding into my sanctuary and doing so might strip me of my own. Ironically, that contradicts what I do every day: I share. Only those close to me know that I’m a very private person and I don’t want the focus to be on what happens in my life, but I enjoy sharing what I learn with others freely, knowing how much those insights have deeply transformed me. I genuinely don’t feel the need to keep ‘secrets’ for myself—if I can help someone with what I know, that’s enough reason for me. And yet, I find myself caught in the classic trap—thinking wisdom is territorial, fearing that if my mind is filled with others’ thoughts, I might lose my own.
Every time I realize that a thought or piece of wisdom I wrote down already exists elsewhere, a fear creeps in—the fear of being distracted from my personal discernment and losing my originality. I’ve spent years trying to detox from external noises, only to realize that the real practice is learning to live with those noises while figuring out my truth.
As much as we like to believe wisdom is a solitary possession, we’re all part of a collective consciousness. Sharing and learning without boundaries expands our understanding of life, uncovers its mysteries, and ultimately leads us to enlightenment ✨
Comments