3 jobs

List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.

The jobs I picked up along the way carried strange titles of their own. The first was “Jam on Business” — a role where I was constantly trying to keep things together, like spreading myself too thin, always in motion, but never tasting the sweetness of what I worked for. The second was “Just Gone Broke,” a job that taught me the sting of failure, of loss, of trying and stumbling in the midst of life’s demands. And the third was “Jump on Board,” where I learned to take risks, to step into something new even when the direction was uncertain.

Through these roles, I began to see that the real work was not in the titles but in the service to myself — the willingness to live in alignment with my true purpose.

Unraveling why I was so drawn to the negative has been both painful and simple. What I often noticed in others was what I failed to recognize in myself, at least until it was too late. The habit of blame felt outdated, even mundane. I wondered how I had become entangled in such relationships, until I realized I had turned myself into my own case study, my own psychology.

On this journey, I uncovered hard truths about my family roots. My mother’s side appeared fearless, truth-seeking, and devoted to the birth faith. My father’s side practiced the same faith outwardly, but with threads of occult practices woven in. When I came of age, I felt pressure to step into those ways. Instead, I chose the opposite path — visiting temples, chanting, and finding honesty in devotion to the divine within myself.

Faith has tested me many times. It turned me into a seeker, searching for divinity through comparison and understanding of many faiths. In the end, I chose my birth faith as my path of liberation. That decision has grown stronger over time. I also sought out Sadhguru’s inner engineering, listening to his words and testing them in my own life.

Often, his teachings resonated, pushing me to reflect deeply on questions that haunted me: Why did my father suffer dementia? Why did I encounter so many accidents? Why did I adopt habits that harmed me? Were these only my own doing, or did unseen forces play a role in my household?

Like a detective, I investigated these mysteries and rediscovered myself along the way. The more I chanted, prayed, and devoted myself to kriyas and sadhana, the more I became, in a sense, a part-time yogi.

Disturbances still reached me at times, whispering unease into my ears, yet I learned to remain steady. Writing, seeking, and practicing devotion reminded me that the burden was never entirely mine.

The haunting belongs to its own realm. My work is to remain a seeker of truth.

This way, the three jobs become symbols of stages in my  life story — struggle (Jam on Business), failure (Just Gone Broke), and risk-taking (Jump on Board) — all leading toward my  discovery of faith and devotion.