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  • Reclaiming Peace: A Rabbit Hole of Reflection

    Reclaiming Peace: A Rabbit Hole of Reflection

    Reclaiming yourself in a vacuum of support is probably the most challenging part of mindfulness. I say mindfulness because it demands a focus on what is, rather than what should be, or could be, or must be. That, I have found, to be the most deflating distraction of all.

    The thoughts and the lamentations of everything that you have a right to, everything you deserve, and everything that is fair but is absent from your life or your relationships with those you value most denies you the composure or the absence of distraction needed to be mindful. Thus, the struggle for mindfulness is exacerbated by the struggle to quell the distractions. It therefore demands that it not be a struggle but instead, a quieting of the mind. But what quiets the mind?

    The regrets of the past that fuel the angst of the future occupies the mind in the present. Mindfulness is therefore the result of reconciling the past so that it does not prompt fears of the future leaving your mind blissfully unoccupied in the present except with which you choose to busy yourself.

    The test of self-worth is revealed in how you treat yourself when you are being neglected by those around you. Self-deprecation becomes an unhealthy expression of need in the hopes that someone will want to save you from yourself. If that someone is unfamiliar with your journey to that point, approach with caution.

    I’ve found that naivety has exacted the heaviest tolls on my life. Moments of blind trust, maybe optimistic trust, resulted in tears of regret and struggle because of the residual mess left behind after trusting the wrong people. Sometimes, that residual lasts a lifetime, although it doesn’t have to. We choose what we value, including the value that we place on what has been and is no longer true. Understanding why we willingly surrender peace for what is no more further peels away the layers that reveal the source of our self-loathing, or our discontent.

    To prevent a dulling of the spirit in the face of such upheaval, we must sharpen our resolve for what we claim is important in life. Clichés about life being short reveals the hypocrite in us when we use that short life to lament the past, or to exhaust ourselves in trying to demonstrate to others how badly it still affects us. Too many place life on hold while waiting for their struggle to be revered. They are the ingrates. The ones who chant about appreciating the beauty of life while being defined by its bitterness or its losses.

    Poetry is most often written by the broken hearted. The rest of the time it is written by the euphoric victim who never expected goodness after their last torment. I have not seen poetry written by one who is content, because the contented ones have no need for such expression. It is only the forlorn or the euphoric that have such desires to be heard, or seen. This I have found to ring true of my experiences too.

    Mindless meandering leads to pointless prose, akin to romantic poetry that calls out to the life we court, but rarely reflects the life we have. The journey through life is not life itself. Perhaps life is what is created by that journey while we presume to be pursuing life in our struggles during that journey. It’s a conundrum that the meek think to be obviously uncomplicated, but the troubled see it confounded beyond comprehension.

    The philosopher in me has been dulled by the elusive balance of reaching into the hearts of those dear, while accepting that such reach is not mine to have. In that, I believe, is born the struggle that we value long after it no longer holds promise because the values that we live by dictate that such struggles cannot be abandoned. My ramblings isolate me further in the space in which is thrive. It seems that a journey like this holds only the promise of fascination but not companionship, nor an understanding gaze from one who believes themselves to be too simple for such contemplations. If only they saw themselves through my eyes, perhaps they would see beyond the horizon of their despair.

  • Find your peace

    Find your peace

    Gratitude lays the foundation of the home.
    Respect builds its walls.
    Love and compassion provides the roof that protects you from the storm.
    And passion gives you the windows to allow your soul to breathe.
    As for faith…faith is the door that opens the path to all of it.

    Virtues have limited effect or value if practiced in isolation.

    It sometimes has a detrimental effect when one is practiced in excess compared to the others. Balance, as always, is what leads to harmony.

    Harmony is the throne on which peace resides.

    Find your balance.

    Find your peace.

    Your peace.

    Not what works for someone else.

    What works for you. For those who have rights over you.

    That’s the harmony you need to find.

    A balance between their rights, your responsibilities, your dreams, and your practicalities.

    Don’t wish away the not-so-good parts of your life. That will only create stress over things that are out of your control.

    Instead, find a way to incorporate it into the life that you have, so that you can consciously and deliberately mitigate the impact that it has on all the good that you have in your life.

    Live purposefully, not fearfully.

    The rest will take care of itself.

  • Save your sanity

    Here are a few highlights from my long overdue pilot episode of my podcast titled Tough Discussions.

    If you don’t question what you take from the mainstream mental health mill, you could lose your sanity thinking that you’re trying to find it.

    If the mainstream approach to mental health was so effective, why is it that we are experiencing a worsening global mental health crisis rather than becoming better humans?

    Everyone has good intentions, but that doesn’t mean that our methods or our understanding that informs how we act on those good intentions will be beneficial. In fact, a poorly informed decision is more often harmful than it is beneficial.

    Question what the pervasive ignorance teaches us about the human experience if you hope to salvage what little sanity remains in this world.

    You can find my podcast on Substack or YouTube under the handle @coachzaidismail.

  • Mental health myth – Social contracts

    Mental health myth – Social contracts

    People will have no reason to remind you about what they’ve done for you if they felt appreciated by you.

    This popular meme encourages a selfish view of life and convinces us that we’re victims of manipulation rather than giving us reason to question if/how we may have wronged someone, or taken them for granted.

    If this meme were true, then every parent who sacrifices their own joys and advancement in life for the benefit of their children will have no right to feel betrayed if they’re neglected by their children later in life.

    It’s become fashionable to write people off just because we’re not getting what we need or want from them.

    The fact that we feel entitled regardless of what they’re going through is often ignored.

    But the circle of life is such that what we judge others about today, will meet us as a test under very different circumstances tomorrow.

    When you write people off because of what they complain about regarding feeling hurt or betrayed by your actions towards them, you will remember them when someone you are convinced will always have your back turns around and walks away from you because they want something from life that they can’t get from you.

    When someone says ‘after all I’ve done…’, step back, dismount your high horse, and consider why they may be feeling betrayed or used instead of getting defensive and assuming that they’re toxic.

    How you respond to someone in their moment of duress is a reflection of who you are, and what you need from them.

    That’s why abandoning family ties, cutting off parents, demanding divorce, and breaking social bonds has grown to define our self-care routine.

    When we stop needing others, they become optional while we think it’s our right to live our best life regardless of their contribution towards getting us through our worst times when they could have been living their best life.

    Be careful what advice you take from the Internet.

    You could end up living your best life, alone.



  • The Illusion of Control: Unraveling the Quest for Peace

    The Illusion of Control: Unraveling the Quest for Peace

    Peace is not the absence of drama, nor is it the avoidance of life. Yet, I find myself bemused by so many who believe that avoidance is a sustainable way to find peace, or happiness. It isn’t. Avoidance is merely a delay of the inevitable.

    Inevitability has always been such a complicated subject. Otherwise seen as fate, destiny, karma, or even manifestation, we convince ourselves that our failings and sometimes even our successes are a result of such larger-than-life forces at play in our lives. I think that’s how we satisfy our ego when we find it difficult to accept that we’re out of control.

    The myth of control offers a temporary comfort. Predictability assures those who have grown weary of change. That weariness is the threat that I have been fending off for some time now. Sometimes I embrace it deliberately hoping that it will find space within me, but it never does. If anything, it leaves me restless. As restless as I once was when I realised that there was no gentle hand to show me the ropes of life. Of course, that realisation came long after I had already sunk my teeth into creating a life out of the dreary reality that surrounded me.

    Why I felt a need to create something better than what I had rather than finding peace within those circumstances is what occupies my mind on most days when I have space to reflect. It’s the same struggle that brings so many to my door looking for answers about the ravages of the obliviousness of others, the worst being our obliviousness to the impact that we have well beyond our range of visibility.

    Peace is lost in those moments when we peer ahead instead of glancing around at our immediate vicinity. What lies ahead in the distance is hope and aspiration. What confronts us immediately is the probability of achieving any of it. Most wish away what they see around them because they’re so desperate for that mirage that they behold in their mind’s eye. Some find a meaningful pursuit between where they’re at and what they wish to reach, and they appear purposeful and resolute as a result. But there is a group who see a little more than that. They see what surrounds them, they see what is in the distance, they see the path between the two, but they also see the impact that they have on those who have rights over them. Choosing how to expend themselves between those demands then becomes the source of what robs them of their peace.

    I resonate most with the latter group. The group that feels responsible when others feel free of obligation. The group that sees but is not seen. That hears but is rarely heard. That understands but is misunderstood. And though that may appear self-indulgent, if not smacking with self-pity, it isn’t. It simply is the reality presented by the evidence of a life of resolve to figure out how it all works. Sometimes I consider if perhaps that is the purpose of life, but then I also realise that if it were, what would be the point of advancement if the only endeavour is to understand the here and now?

    That there is more to life than figuring it out is clear. What more there is to life, however, remains a slowly unravelling secret that will hopefully avail itself before I have exhausted my breaths in the pursuit of everything intended to unlock that greater purpose. Nonetheless, in its pursuit I have found joys and depths that have enamoured me in my journey that most view with confusion at best, or disdain at worst, neither of which has given me cause to alter my trajectory.

    In that has been my greatest liberation and my greatest test, the combination of which leaves me eternally perplexed. Peace is still a distance away.

  • Struggles and Triumphs: A Personal Journey to Finding Joy and Fulfillment

    Struggles and Triumphs: A Personal Journey to Finding Joy and Fulfillment

    Life. With each passing moment, I question more than before about ever experiencing true joy. A fulfilling joy. One that is shared, not just fleeting. Joy that isn’t prompted nor courted, but spontaneously spawned in moments that I choose. Not the joy that I choose. The moments that I choose because those moments matter. Such moments must be filled with joy if its gravity is to be liberating rather than oppressive.

    I often find myself convinced that such joy will remain elusive for the entirety of my lifetime. My efforts towards securing it have resulted in a brutal education that I now wish to share with others so that they may be educated in kinder tones than I was.

    Purging the contents of my mental clutter is not as therapeutic as it once was. There is much comfort to be drawn from anonymity. However, there is much suppression of the spirit when living a life of anonymity. At some point, I was foolhardy enough to surrender my anonymity in favour of authenticity. I still mull over the wisdom of that choice.

    After abandoning anonymity probably some ten years ago or so, I had to assume a more responsible posture in my writing. As romantic as it may be to speak from the heart in unbridled musings, there is a line that I never wished to cross. That line is the point at which my musings may expose the flaws or undermine the dignity of others regardless of their treatment of me. If I hope to have my dignity honoured, I must do my best to honour the dignity of those whose paths cross with my own.

    Holding myself true to this principle has tested my resolve near to breaking point. But if I give in, I would lose myself to the same stench of life that I lament in the spaces that skirt my own. The seething entitlement that is born from ingratitude causes my temper to wretch and writhe threatening to release spittle with every word that escapes my spasmed lips. But I cannot lose myself to such vulgarity, there is enough of it within that took safe harbour during moments when I was too young to realise what accommodations I offered for the misery of others.

    Swimming against the stream is tiring, and the only solace it offers is that I am able to swim. Reflecting on my state when I launched my reinvention in 2018, I realise that it was the absolute drudgery of my life in corporate and an unfulfilling relationship that catapulted my exit from that life, embracing with fervour the promise of creating a new one. I’m trying desperately to reconnect with such conviction now without having to slip to the bottom of that slope first before finding it.

    Cryptic thoughts, eyestrain, and caffeine is all I find. Ephemeral joys and encouraging progress is what keeps me from surrendering, although I can’t say with certainty that I would surrender in its absence either. I can barely say anything with certainty these days except for what lacks in joy and fulfilment. The writer’s block that has plagued me for so long is not because I can’t find enough to write about. It is because I can’t find reason to believe that it will be received with tenderness, or appreciation.

    Swimming upstream is inspiring for those who observe the feat, but is soul destroying for those who go the distance alone. If there is one lesson I learnt well but still ignore for the most part, it is the lesson of knowing with certainty that being a voice for the oppressed is the loneliest place in the world because once the message has been received, the oppressed resume the worship of their masters while the lone voice that provoked the change that heralded their relief becomes socially awkward for those who hover in its orbit.

    I don’t think there is such a thing as insanity. I think there is only poor communication and incorrect assumption. Between the two, the crazy halos of hell are visited upon our lives in ways that leave us gasping for air and scratching the walls of horror for relief. Assumption, is therefore the bastard child of hope that aspires to be accepted by the distracted. That’s how a life of torment is created.

    I don’t try very hard to be understood anymore. I don’t try very hard at all.

  • Beware the ego of prayer

    Beware the ego of prayer

    Worship, if contemplated against that which we subscribe to, is bound to feed our ego.

    Worship is not worship because of its rituals.

    Nor is worship submission if performed as a transaction.

    That transaction could be an expectation of reward or blessing from the divine, or an alleviation of the struggles of one’s material state.

    Such transactions are prayers, and prayer is not worship.

    Prayer is a need expressed towards the One whom you worship.

    But to worship, you must recognise the divine within the mundane.

    You must connect with peace in the middle of chaos, because chaos is ever present if only you are present.

    Worship is finding solace in the divine despite your reality.

    Worship is a surrender to the realisation that even your most competent exercising of your agency is only effective because of the chaos kept at bay through His mercy.

    Worship is a trust placed in the divine while knowing that His mercy and benevolence is what creates the joy, the peace, the wholesomeness, the fulfilment, or even the sweetness of a moment of beauty that we live.

    Worship is not ritual.

    Worship is submission to the truth that cannot be denied.

    That truth is that we are never in control, nor are we masters of our destiny.

    We are only ever in charge of the very present moment in which we choose to act, or to surrender.

    The wisdom of what is needed in that moment is derived from our understanding of the divine design.

    Reflection is therefore the only teacher, and expectation is the enemy of education.

    Apply your mind purposefully in the present moment, and the future will unfurl as it was designed to unfurl subject to your act in the present moment.

    This, when understood with conviction and reason, enables worship beyond the ritual, beyond the prayer, beyond the praise.

    And with it comes peace in knowing that our actions, informed by our reflections, when purposeful rather than desperate or deliberate, will result in a final destination that will negate every ounce of worry or struggle in this ephemeral life.

    Subhanallah.


  • Respect is not earned

    Respect is not earned

    The old saying of ‘respect is earned’ robs you of self respect and replaces it with entitlement.

    How we treat others is a reflection of who we are, not who they are.

    Our ability to self regulate our offering of respect to those who may treat us badly is a reflection of how much we need them to treat us well before we feel good about who we are.

    In other words, the less grounded we are in who we are, the more likely it is that others will impact our moods, our temper, and our overall emotional wellbeing.

    Trust, on the other hand, is earned through consistency of effort about what’s important.

    Trust cannot be negotiated or contracted.

    If we have reason to doubt someone showing up for us, we won’t trust that they will.

    That reason is sometimes because of them being unreliable, but is also often because of how someone else in the past may have disappointed us or betrayed our trust when we needed a similar thing from them. Like comfort, support, or just being there for us.

    If we go through life trusting recklessly while withholding respect to those who, in our eyes, don’t deserve it, we will find ourselves reeling from betrayal long after it has passed while disrespecting those who don’t understand our pain.

    Problem is, even we won’t understand our pain, so we’ll never be able to communicate it in ways that will allow those close to us to understand why we’re raging.

    It all starts with self respect and self worth.

    Without that, you will need others to treat you well before you treat yourself well.

    Own your life.