Why I’m Writing About My Meditation Journey

I’m starting this blog because I want to show meditation for what it really is—not the polished fantasy, not the “enlightenment guru” fluff. Just the real work of sitting with yourself, burning through thresholds, and coming out lighter on the other side.

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Years ago, my first meditation journey was all about proving myself. I went full ascetic, sitting rigid for hours, trying to shine past my family’s autopilot lives. It forged toughness, but it also left me feeling isolated, like I couldn’t relate to anyone anymore.

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This time, it’s different. This is my second meditation journey, and I carry it alongside a fuller life. I train, I eat well, I watch movies, I laugh, I cry, I build. Meditation is no longer about denial—it’s about transformation. Pain shows up, yes, but I’ve learned pain isn’t the goal. It’s just part of the crucible that burns away what isn’t me, so the real me can bloom.

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I’m not here to chase mystical experiences or claim enlightenment. I don’t want to become someone else. I want to be fully myself, unmasked, present. Meditation for me is a forge, not a stage.

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My goal with this blog is simple: to share the journey without the fluff. To write about meditation as I live it—in the sweat, the snacks, the fire, and the freedom. To show that it doesn’t make life smaller, it makes life richer.

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This is where I’ll document that process. Not perfect, not polished—just true.