There is no way out.
I have come to realize that every thought, every feeling, every action, and every reaction is deeply rooted in conditioning. It’s as if I’m trapped in a web of patterns and beliefs that dictate how I perceive the world and myself. This conditioning isn’t something I chose; it’s something I inherited, shaped by experiences, culture, and the environment I grew up in. It’s comforting in a way, like a familiar blanket, but it’s also suffocating.
At first, I tried to find satisfaction in the material world. I pursued qualifications, wealth, and status, thinking these would bring me fulfillment. But no matter how much I achieved, the emptiness remained. It was like chasing shadows—every time I thought I had caught one, it vanished, leaving me with nothing but the desire to chase another.
Later, I turned to spirituality, hoping it would fill the void. I meditated, read sacred texts, and practiced rituals, believing these would lead me to some higher state of consciousness. For a while, it felt like progress. I became more aware of my thoughts and emotions, and I even experienced moments of peace. But over time, I realized I was still trapped. Spirituality had become just another form of seeking, another way to try to escape the discomfort of the present moment.
The practices that once felt meaningful became habits. Meditation turned into a routine, a box to check off rather than a genuine exploration of the self. I started to feel like I was going through the motions, trying to achieve some kind of enlightenment but never truly letting go. The more I sought, the more dissatisfied I became.
Eventually, I had to confront the futility of it all. Both the material and spiritual paths had failed to bring me the satisfaction I so desperately wanted. I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape the conditioning that defined me. It’s not that I stopped believing in the value of these pursuits; it’s just that I saw how they kept me trapped in a cycle of striving and dissatisfaction.
So I surrendered. I stopped trying to change myself, stopped trying to achieve some kind of perfection, and stopped trying to escape. I accepted that this is who I am, with all my flaws and limitations. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t comforting. But it was honest.
Now, I live in the present, not because I chose to, but because there’s no other choice. I’ve given up the illusion of control, the idea that I can shape my life into something better. Everything is as it is, and I’m learning to accept it, even when it’s painful.
This journey hasn’t been easy. There have been moments of clarity and moments of despair. But through it all, I’ve come to understand that there’s no way out of this conditioning, no escape from the self. The only thing left is to embrace it, fully and without resistance.
And so, I remain here, in this body, with these thoughts, in this moment. There’s nothing else to do.