Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
I began by cleaning my room.
Not as a spiritual act, not as a life decision—
just an ordinary attempt to reduce clutter.
I told myself:
Everything has a place.
What I no longer need can become someone else’s treasure.
What I once valued but forgot may still carry value.
That was when I discovered something unexpected.
Among the loose beads, unused charms, and forgotten spare parts,
my hands began to create.
Necklaces. Earrings. Bracelets.
I did not know I could do this.
I did not know clutter could turn into income.
I did not know unused creativity was silently waiting for permission.
I realised:
If I don’t need to meet people, I can still meet the world—online.
A seller platform became a doorway.
Clutter transformed into livelihood.
That was the first lesson.
Bhagavad Gita 2.47 (reflection)
You have the right to action, not to the burden of hoarding its results.
When action flows, stagnation dissolves.
The Second Room
Then came my father’s room.
We entered it not to clean,
but to collect memories—
photographs for his final prayers.
What we found confused me deeply.
He had lived wearing torn shirts, faded pants, clothes that spoke of neglect.
Yet inside his cupboard were good clothes—
neatly wrapped in shirt paper, untouched, almost new.
Why save life for later?
Why dress poorly when dignity was already owned?
That question turned inward.
Am I doing the same to myself?
Am I postponing my worth?
Am I inheriting habits without questioning them?
That moment became a mirror.
I knew then:
I cannot do this to myself anymore.
Bhagavad Gita 6.5 (reflection)
Let a person uplift oneself by one’s own mind;
do not let the mind become the enemy.
Neglect is not humility.
It is silent self-abandonment.
The Dust of Unused Wisdom
My father owned many spiritual books—
Sadhguru’s writings, yoga manuals, guides to breath and life.
But the books gathered dust.
And dust, when untouched, enters the lungs—
slowly, invisibly, dangerously.
Wisdom unread becomes weight.
Practices unpracticed become reminders of delay.
He attended events.
He learned pranayama.
Yet he did not continue.
I still do not understand why.
Breath could have helped him.
Consistency could have softened life.
Awareness could have extended time.
And yet—
the clock does not turn back by itself.
I wrote my book because that was the only way I knew how to save myself.
And it worked.
Bhagavad Gita 4.38 (reflection)
There is nothing as purifying as true knowledge,
when lived, not merely learned.
The Clearing
Since entering his room, something changed in me.
I began to clear my own things quickly.
Keeping only what matters.
Leaving behind what my family can understand, find, and carry forward.
I want fewer objects.
Deeper practice.
Lighter breath.
If someone reads my book someday,
let that be my voice, not my clutter.
Because life is not meant to be stored.
It is meant to be lived.
Bhagavad Gita 6.16 (reflection)
Yoga is not for one who eats too much or too little,
sleeps too much or too little—
it is for one who lives in balance.
The Question for the Reader
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
In your cupboards?
In your habits?
In your unread books?
In postponed dreams?
In the way you treat yourself?
What are you saving for later
that deserves to be lived now?
Clutter is not only physical.
It is delayed courage.
Unused breath.
Unlived dignity.
When clutter clears, clarity enters.
Bhagavad Gita 18.66 (reflection)
Release all burdens and come home to simplicity.
In surrender, the mind becomes clean.
In clarity, life becomes light.
This is my story.
Let it be a mirror—not a warning.
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