MEDITATION MALFUNCTION

Meditation is a doorway, but not one that leads to some glittering prize or blissful escape. If you sit down to meditate with the hope of feeling better, of becoming “more,” you’ve already set a trap for yourself. You’ve brought a hungry mind into a space meant to be empty. True meditation isn’t about adding, gaining, or feeling “better.” It’s about dissolving all of that.

The real work of meditation is not found in the quiet corner or in some holy retreat but in the humdrum of daily life, especially when the going gets rough. The act of life itself, in all its flawed and tangled forms, is where the practice reveals itself. It’s not in the sitting and breathing that the fruits are borne but in the moments when we’re struggling—when dishes are piled in the sink, tempers flare, and patience wears thin.

In those ordinary moments, the subtle clarity of meditation can show up as a simple realization: the power of presence, of seeing things just as they are. When you let go of the need to be “right” or “better” and simply admit the truth of the moment, something shifts. To admit you were wrong isn’t a defeat; it’s the ULTIMATE victory. It’s a quiet freedom from the need to defend or inflate yourself. It’s being completely present, humble, and whole in that very moment.

This is where we find nirvana—not as some distant state of perfection but in the simple, unadorned truth of each moment. The true meditation happens not in sitting but in showing up, fully aware, and allowing life to unfold in all its messiness. It’s in finding peace, not beyond the world, but right here in its midst.

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