a letter

Hey ××××××,

I don’t know if you’re able to truly listen with openness. Back then, you were really resistant. But I’m saying this now, hoping you’ll hear: this isn’t philosophy. What’s written here is a gate to freedom.

Freedom means freedom from suffering, from the inner turmoil — the struggle within you. That which torments you. That’s what freedom is. It’s not a “thing.” You know, it’s not something mystical or floating “up there in the sky.” Right now, here in life, we all carry wishes — for peace in the world, success in our work, for our partner to be a certain way, for life to unfold how we want.

But these aren't rhe true will — and that’s so, so important to see. It’s actually very clear, if you just look. They’re cravings. Desires. Fleeting urges.

Today, you might really want to find a new place to live. Tomorrow, you might long to live somewhere far away, maybe even on the moon. These wants — they’re just mental projections. They appear like a movie cast from a projector, and you believe them — because you don’t see they’re not real.

And when you do see it — when you realize that these powerful cravings are simply random cascades of longing — you see: it’s all just the mind’s display.

How to recognize them? Anything that torments you is the result of some projected desire not aligning with what is. And when that’s seen clearly — freedom calls itself.

So the true desire is to be free. That’s the meaning of it.

Now imagine, or even try — what would it be like to be free from the noise in your head that throws you around? “I need this,” “I’m not good enough,” “I’ll only feel peace when I have that amount of money,” “I need to make sure my partner is aligned with me.”

This whole world of inner noise…

Here, it’s told to you from a deep place — and I wish it for you:

freedom is always yours.