Still Becoming : The Higher Self I Was Searching For 🌿✨
This is a follow-up. Not a diary. Not a confession. Just me — sharing.
I’m still becoming Mkhululi. I’m still becoming.
For a long time, I carried a quiet curiosity about altered states of consciousness. Not out of recklessness, but out of a desire to understand existence — and myself.
But what struck me most wasn’t any external experience. It was the realization afterward: this was never about substances. It was about connection.
Maybe the “higher” I’ve been searching for… is me.
Everything has levels. Everything has timing. Readiness comes from living — from breakdowns, stress, pressure, and being forced to sit with yourself.
Maybe becoming is infinite. Maybe it’s evolving in small ways — doing ten extra push-ups, or starting for the first time.
Sometimes I focus on three problems and forget the ninety-nine things going right. Gratitude shifts perception. And perception shapes reality.
Inside, I am happy. Inside, I am becoming. The physical will align in time.
Maybe becoming is shedding old identities. Letting go. Watching parts of yourself dissolve without panic.
I love myself. I accept myself. I am present. I am aware.
Maybe awareness is becoming.
“When the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.” — African Proverb
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