I began as a confused boy.
I didn’t know how to choose a career.
I didn’t know how to be in a relationship.
I had no understanding of money.
There was no plan.
No clear direction.
I followed what felt honest, moment to moment.
Over the years, I listened to many public speakers.
I learned from them.
But I never became one.
Writing resonated with me instead.
I read less than I once did.
I write regularly.
When something I say resonates with others, it is not because I learned how to speak.
It is because of the inner work done quietly over the past decade.
Most days, I refine my understanding through listening — conversations, long-form talks, and silence —
and through reflective writing.
Walking.
Writing.
Photography.
Yoga.
Private conversations.
These are not destinations for me.
They are vehicles.
I don’t practice them to become something.
I practice them to stay aligned.
If something brings peace, it stays with me.
If it doesn’t, I let it go.
I don’t know what comes next, and I’m not trying to predict it.
Perhaps time is the most honest teller of fortune.
The direction, however, is clear.
God.
Bliss.
Everything else is simply a way of walking.
Photograph by Vinay Kumar Yadav.