SAAMAKSHI MEDIUM

There comes a time in life when you begin to notice the invisible frameworks that shape how people live. Some follow the path of ambition, climbing ladders in the corporate world. Others dedicate themselves to family, to tradition, to holding together the roots of belonging. Some define themselves through culture, others through rebellion. Each way of living has its own rules, its own rhythm, its own sense of identity. They are like rivers flowing in different directions, and most of us are taught to pick one and stay in its current. Society whispers that you must belong somewhere, or risk being left behind. Most people settle into these currents without ever asking if they truly chose them. Comfortable rules are easier to follow. They give a sense of safety, of belonging, of certainty. The herd moves one way, and it feels secure to move with it. But comfort has a quiet cost. It lulls us into believing that the familiar is the only truth, that to question is dangerous, that to step asi...

For the longest time, I believed the voices of mentors, coaches, and talk-show experts who echoed the same formula:  “Know exactly what you want. Visualize it until you see it clearly. Affirm it until it becomes real.” So, I did. I filled journals with affirmations. I made vision boards with meticulous detail. I closed my eyes and pictured myself living the life I thought I desired. For years, life flowed in a hearty, wholesome way. I was grateful, content, and without complaint. Yet, as time passed, I began to notice a subtle but undeniable truth: not every affirmation worked. Not every vision came alive. And when they didn’t, something in me shifted. The more I affirmed, the more dissatisfied I became. Instead of peace, there was a quiet agitation. Instead of calm, I felt anger rise. It was as though each affirmation reminded me of what I did not have, what was still missing, what I believed I deserved but had not received. Desire was breeding frustration. And then it struck me, ...

One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned, and continue to learn, is that I cannot control anyone but myself. For years, I believed that love meant shaping others, guiding them, correcting them. If they cared, they would listen. If I cared, I should adjust. And so I lived in a silent tug-of-war of expectations. But people do not change because we instruct them. They change when their own soul is ready. Until then, every attempt to control only creates distance, resistance, and quiet pain. What causes most of our suffering is not what others do, but what we  think  they should do. We carry invisible rules: a father must act this way, a mother should sacrifice, a friend must show up, a partner must fulfill certain roles. And when reality doesn’t match these rules, we feel betrayed. a Yet souls do not come with labels. Love does not need conditions. True connection happens when we allow others to simply be. The moment I began to drop the need to fix or advise, I felt a profound shi...

Have you noticed how relentlessly functional we have become? Every second of our lives is accounted for. If our hands aren’t busy, our minds are. We scroll, plan, analyze, replay, and fast-forward, anything but pause. Even in moments of rest, the mind sneaks in:  What should I do next? How could I have done that better? What’s the best use of this time? We sculpt our present carefully, molding it into a sense of comfort we think we control. Yet, isn’t it strange that the very comfort we strive so hard to maintain demands constant effort? Beneath it all lies a quiet fear, the fear of stillness. Of nothingness. Of the silence that waits when we stop holding the ropes so tightly. We worry that if we let go, if we allow ourselves to simply  be -  everything will collapse. So, we tie our worth to our doing: to what we fix, to what we contribute, to how we make things better for others. We name it compassion, understanding, acceptance. But the deeper truth? Compassion, understa...

There are days when the soul calls for a reset, when we choose to stop moving just because the world tells us to, and instead align with what truly matters. Today can be such a day. Today, let us drop the resistance, release the need to chase, and make a quiet promise to ourselves, to live in harmony with our own rhythm, guided by the whispers of the Divine. The words that follow are my declaration… and perhaps, they can be yours too. Today, I Decide Today, I decide Not to act for survival, Not to drift with the hours because they must be filled, Not to obey a voice that is not my own. Today, I move to the rhythm of my soul, Attuning to whispers of the Divine, Hearing the quiet truth beneath all noise, Doing only what awakens love in me. Today, I choose to contribute, not merely consume. To hold myself to the highest vision of what I can be, To trust that what unfolds is always the best, To rest in the knowing that all is cared for. Today, I refuse the chains of habit and fear. I step ...

There’s always a better. A better house, a better car, a better skin, a better life. Someone out there always seems to be doing it better than you. And so, we run. We work to own, own to prove, prove to be seen, seen to feel worthy. My home might be a palace to someone who’s had none. To someone else, it’s outdated. That’s the joke, isn’t it? The same thing - worshipped, pitied, or ignored - depending on who’s looking. We build our worth on objects. Square footage. Logos. Numbers. The world claps louder for what can be counted. So we keep collecting, thinking that more will finally mean enough. But where do you store a quiet moment with someone who gets you? Or the way it feels when you’re held without needing to ask? What shelf holds the sound of your father’s laugh, or the memory of being truly seen without having to speak? We don’t call those things “wealth.” But maybe we should. Because what really stays isn’t the car you bought, but who sat beside you on the drive. Not the size of...

Luck. We talk about it like it’s a lottery ticket. Like some people are born with it, and the rest of us are left watching them win while we’re stuck in traffic, spilling chai on our white shirt. But here’s a wild idea: Maybe being lucky has nothing to do with the situation at all. Maybe it has  everything  to do with how you look at it. Because when life throws something unexpected your way, you always have two choices: You can say “Oh no.” Or you can say “Thank God.” That tiny moment is the real turning point. That’s where luck begins. Not in what happens, but in what you  believe about what happens. Let me explain. Ever missed a flight and later found out there was a delay that would’ve ruined your next connection anyway? Ever gotten rejected from a job, only to stumble into something better a few weeks later? That moment when you say,  “Wow, that actually worked out for me” that’s not random. That’s grace. That’s a hint from life that you’re being guided, even wh...