That’s the real practice. When it’s not convenient. When it’s not inspiring. When you’d rather do anything else.
Sit anyway. Breathe anyway. Return anyway.
This is the part no one wants to talk about. The dull mornings. The restless mind. The ache in your back. The heaviness in your chest.
You show up. Not because it feels good. Because it matters.
Not because you’re centered. Because you’re committed.
Even this is practice. Especially this.
You don’t need to feel ready. You don’t need to feel spiritual. You don’t need to want it.
Wanting is a luxury. Showing up is the path.
Some days the cushion feels like a lifeline. Other days it feels like a rock.
Sit anyway.
Some days your breath is peace. Other days it’s chaos.
Stay anyway.
You’re not here to impress your thoughts. You’re not here to become pure. You’re here to return.
To the body. To the breath. To what’s real.
It won’t always feel beautiful. It won’t always make sense. But the showing up is the transformation.
This isn’t about motivation. It’s about relationship.
You and the moment. You and your life. You and the part of you that keeps going even when you’d rather not.
Sit. Stand. Pause. Notice.
Practice when you don’t want to. Because that’s when it becomes real.