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Most of the time, we blame our circumstances, the people around us, or even our destiny. But we rarely look within. If we truly started observing our actions and understanding where our attachment, jealousy, envy, and fear come from, the real transformation begins.

Life doesn’t change because we make a new decision. It changes because, for the first time, we honestly see the assumptions that have been driving our decisions all along.

This is a reflection on one such moment in my own life.

Around two years ago, I left India to pursue a global BBA degree. The course was designed across four countries, and over these two years I had the opportunity to study in Dubai and Singapore, travel with friends to Vietnam, Indonesia, and the Philippines ( as a college volunteering activity) , and experience a kind of external freedom I had never known before.

Like many students, I too had a dream of my future. After Dubai, I was supposed to move to Australia for the remaining two years of the program. My parents were happy with that decision. I had chosen Australia over London because it felt more peaceful, and eventually the plan was to settle there. The visa process had already begun.

Everything looked sorted. Yet throughout the last few months, there was an inner conflict that refused to disappear. I would often ask myself whether I really wanted this path, or whether I simply wanted what came with it—the degree, the comfort of settling abroad, and a future that looked secure.

I even thought of quitting, but I never questioned the plan seriously because it looked reasonable. It was comfortable.

When I returned to India this April , I had a four-month break before moving to Australia. During that time, I started working independently on a few ideas and projects that genuinely interested me.

For the first time, I experienced what it means to do something despite uncertainty and confusion.

It was during this period that my thinking became clearer. I realised that I had spent a huge amount of money and almost two years pursuing a degree that was no longer answering the questions that mattered to me. Instead, it was preparing us to become better management students serving well-established corporate markets that are, in many ways, destroying both the planet and the consciousness of people.

Though I am happy for the exposure this course gave me. It allowed me to experience different cultures and countries, understand the global business ecosystem, interact with business leaders, become more independent, and meet people from backgrounds I could never have encountered had I stayed in India.

I also observed something else. Many of us—including myself in the beginning—mistook external freedom for actual freedom.

There was money, travel, parties, clubbing, and unlimited consumption. Endless opportunities to distract oneself.

Without self-knowledge, even privilege becomes another instrument of unconsciousness.

I saw how easily I myself could have continued living like that without questioning anything.

Gradually, Acharya Ji’s teachings—which I had been listening to for more than a year—started becoming less like lectures and more like uncomfortable mirrors.

One question became impossible to avoid:

“If I already know this is not the direction I want to dedicate my life to, then why am I still continuing?”

The answer was painful.

Because I loved the security it offered. The life I was living was exciting—filled with travel, friendships, new experiences, and the promise of a comfortable future. Settling in Australia meant identity, approval, security, and a respectable future. It was an escape from uncertainty.

Finally, I decided to leave the course.

Surprisingly, dropping out was not the difficult part. The difficult part was watching all those psychological supports of the ego collapse together.

The image of my future.

The certainty of a settled life.

The validation that comes from following a socially admired path.

Even more difficult was explaining this decision to my parents. They had invested both financially and emotionally in that dream.

But slowly, as they watched me struggle honestly with work instead of running towards comfortable options, they eventually trusted my decision.

Today, I don’t know where this path—or my life—will lead.

But for the first time in a long while, I feel less divided within myself.

There is a lot of uncertainty outside, but less conflict inside.

Acharya Ji often says that freedom is not the freedom to do whatever we want. Freedom is freedom from the one who keeps wanting comfort, certainty, and psychological security.

For a long time, I thought I understood this intellectually.

Now I realise there is a vast distance between listening to Acharya Ji and allowing his teachings to truly reorganise one’s life.

This decision showed me how relentlessly the ego keeps reinventing itself.

Today it may seek security through a degree.

Tomorrow it may seek security through success, recognition, or even the satisfaction of believing, “I chose the difficult path by dropping out of college.”

The ego doesn’t disappear because of one decision; it simply changes clothes.

That’s why I don’t see this as an achievement. It feels more like the beginning of a greater responsibility.

Sometimes I wonder what kind of life I would have lived had I not found Acharya Ji.

The thought fills me with immense gratitude, but also with humility.

Because I know that simply coming close to a Guru is no achievement.

The sun shines equally on everyone. Whether the ice melts depends on the ice, not on the sun.

The teachings are available every day.

The real question is whether I am available to them.

The responsibility, therefore, is even greater.

To keep observing.

To keep questioning.

To keep dropping what is false.

Again and again.

There is no other way.

I’ve started realising that the real joy comes not from money or pleasure, but from continuously seeing my own patterns and keep dropping what is false.

चरैवेति चरैवेति l

Posted by Krisha Chaudhary ,AP gita student.

“Stop searching for somebody special!!!”

Well… a few years ago, I would have completely disagreed with that. I mean… come on, wanting to be loved feels so human, right? What’s wrong with wanting someone special in your life? Then after listening to AP for a while…gave me different perspective, it made me ask myself a different question: When I say I want to be loved, what am I actually asking for? Am I looking for someone to love, or someone who will keep reminding me that I’m worthy, important, and enough?

Looking back on my life, I noticed a pattern. Reassurance always feels good, but only for a while. Someone chooses you, tells you they care, and everything feels settled…phew! until the mind slowly asks again, “Do they still?” Then it wants another sign, another message, another confirmation. It made me wonder if I was searching for love at all, or just searching for someone to keep repairing my self-image. No person can do that forever. Can they!!

The idea in this short clip of a “bottomless mind crying for love” really resonates deeply with me. Maybe that’s why the search for “someone special” becomes endless. Not because such people don’t exist, but because we’re asking another human being to permanently remove an inner sense of lack.

Share your POVs. Do you think the desire to be loved is the same as love, or are they fundamentally different?

On one side stands the entire weight of human history-thousands of years of traditions, customs, beliefs, and inherited practices. On the other side stands the life of one helpless rabbit.

I choose the rabbit.

If choosing compassion means rejecting centuries of tradition, then I reject them without hesitation.

You can tell me that our ancestors ate meat. It changes nothing.

You can quote scriptures or religious texts that justify the domination or slaughter of animals. It changes nothing.

Because love is not determined by history, tradition, or authority. Love is determined by the truth we see today.

Today, we know what earlier generations did not. Science has shown us that animals experience fear, pain, stress, and suffering. We know what happens inside slaughterhouses. We can no longer claim ignorance.

Once the truth is known, the question is no longer about culture or religion. It is about conscience.

Love does not ask, "What has always been done?" It asks, "What is the right thing to do now?"

And if love demands that I stand against the entire current of history to save even one innocent life, then that is a choice I make willingly.

Here is a question for every reader:

When history stands on one side and compassion on the other, which one will you choose?

What's you views on this?

compassion does not need to be taught to human beings, it is innate. A small child, on seeing a rabbit or a bird, naturally connects with it without any training.

The real question, then, is not how to learn compassion, but how society so smoothly trains us to commit violence in the name of culture, tradition, religion, or entertainment, so smoothly that it doesn’t even look like violence anymore.

The same pattern is endlessly repeated under the garb of entertainment and faith,capturing dolphins and orcas from the sea and keeping them imprisoned in tanks, games like Jallikattu, cockfights and ram fights at fairs, and chaining elephants in temples, everything is given the label of tradition and devotion. Violence is justified by dressing it up in dozens of excuses.

If compassion is innate, how does society teach us to accept violence as normal?

Acharya Prashant says, "The intent is of kindness. I respect the work being done by PETA... When I come from a place of philosophy, and they come from a place of social activism, there's bound to be apparent divergence. But the meeting place, the meeting place is there is kindness. There is kindness beyond one's own personal interests. There is somebody out there who deserves to be saved..."

Source:https://x.com/i/status/2075523273169994075

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Ever noticed how the same claim popping up everywhere suddenly feels true? That’s the 'Illusory Truth Effect' .. repeated statements feel familiar, and our brain mistakes that familiarity for truth. It’s called 'processing fluency' : familiar things are easier to process, so they seem more credible even when they’re wrong.

So when you see the same sensational post on WhatsApp, Instagram, and shared by someone you know, pause.

Ask: Am I believing this because of real evidence, or just because I’ve seen it a lot?

*Source:* American Psychological Association — “Knowledge Does Not Protect Against Illusory Truth.”

📚 Source:

American Psychological Association Knowledge Does Not Protect Against Illusory Truth

https://www.apa.org/pubs/journals/features/xge-0000098.pdf

Last month I visited this place,feel like lost in nature and found in silence ❤️