I first learned of meditation when I was ten years old. My eldest brother taught me a certain kind of meditation technique. I didn’t really understand it but I thought it was cool. 

I didn’t take up meditation as a regular practice until my freshman year of college. I just felt as though something was wrong. Things didn’t add up, the world wasn’t what people were claiming it was, and I wanted to find out the truth. 

My father had died less than two years before then and everything I knew seemed to be turned upside down. I didn’t want answers, I wanted insight. 

That passion led me from person to person, guru to guru, until I started having certain experiences. Then I knew I was onto something. 

At first, I started clinging to and seeking more of those experiences. Over time, I realized that what I sought wasn’t a transitory experience but rather the endless and timeless peace of self-realization. 

When that became clear, I knew I wouldn’t stop for the rest of my life. So long as I have breath in this body, I will puzzle over existence until the reality of truth reveals itself as self-evident. 

Namaste :)