What’s your dream job?
“A person is made by their faith.
As they believe, so they become.”
— Bhagavad Gita 17.3
At 5:40 a.m., before the world wakes,
she sits in prayer.
Across the distance of her own mind,
a restlessness brews
like coffee left too long on the fire,
asking again and again: What next?
She does not chase the question.
Her first rule is simple:
take care of the Self.
When danger approaches not from outside, but from memory, thought, old patterns she sharpens awareness instead of panic.
Like one standing before tall grass,
she waits.
Not to attack.
Only to see what truly enters her inner field.
The mind presents its dramas:
two forces pulling at the breath,
pressure, suffocation, urgency.
She remembers her training.
Breath is not owned by fear.
Breath belongs to consciousness.
She breathes deeply, steadily,
until the body releases what it has been holding too long old sickness, stored grief, unspoken pain.
What leaves is not death.
It is purification.
The Gita speaks quietly within her:
“The Self is not destroyed
when the body releases what is worn and heavy.”
— Bhagavad Gita 2.20
Later, the world interrupts, a question about the car,
a request spoken lightly, without awareness.
She moves into action.
Action without clarity becomes danger.
Speed without presence becomes fear.
When the road narrows and risk appears from both sides,
she learns again:
Skill in life is not obedience.
It is discernment.
“Yoga is excellence in action.”
— Bhagavad Gita 2.50
Evening arrives.
She prays for her father.
Memory stirs.
A distant figure appears,
a reminder that stories travel
even when we do not send them.
She understands now:
once truth is written,
it no longer belongs to the writer.
Some will see clearly.
Some will not see themselves at all.
That is not her burden.
She did not write to accuse.
She wrote to uncover.
She wrote so memory would not rot into silence
and turn into blame.
She wrote so the past could end.
And in that understanding,
her dream job reveals itself, not as a position,
not as approval,
not as victory over others.
Her dream job is this:
To sit awake before dawn,
to breathe through fear without becoming it,
to walk through life with awareness,
and to write until pain loses its voice.
She is not here to disturb others.
She is here to stand a little higher in clarity
and quietly move on.
The Gita closes her day like a seal of truth:
“One who is steady in wisdom,
unmoved by praise or blame,
walks alone yet complete.”
— Bhagavad Gita 12.19
And so she rests.
Not invisible.
Not defeated.
But fulfilled, because she has found her work.
The dream job is to live awake,
to heal by truth,
and to write until nothing false remains.
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