Thousands of years ago, every tribe thought it was the center of the universe. They fought the unknown—other tribes, maybe even other forms of humans. Power meant one god winning over another.
Today, the world still looks divided. But division cannot exist without union. We are moving from thousands of gods toward a collective consciousness.
Maybe from there we will finally discover our true individuality—the one we all share.
It has been years of exploring breath and meditation, decades of movement and dedication, and a long search for a teacher to guide me in spiritual connection. I found someone who told me these words:
“What matters is practicing with love. There are no false steps—only the search, and the balance found through love and discipline.”
This has been deeply inspiring for me. The discipline, together with the freedom to explore, has opened the path to enjoy every idea that arises and to seek peace within as much as without.
Today, I am simply grateful—for life, for every step on the path, and for the joy of being at home in myself.
