Do you believe in fate/destiny?
“You have the right to perform your prescribed duties, but you are not entitled to the fruits of your actions.” — Bhagavad Gita 2.47
There was a season in my life when I thought fate was playing games with me. I listened closely to people, absorbed their stories, and sometimes reflected their attitudes back to them without even realizing it. Instead of understanding, they grew uncomfortable.
Some pulled away. Some reacted sharply. For a while, I wondered if I had stepped into some losing zone written by destiny itself.But slowly, something else became clear.What if it was never fate cornering me… but awareness waking me up?
I began to notice that their ways did not sit well within me. The more I observed, the more I felt drawn inward rather than outward. So I turned toward my own experiment.
Quietly, steadily, I began practicing the Isha methods with sincerity. Not to prove anything to anyone just to see what this “just me” was capable of.
At first, the mind still chattered like a crowded market. But over time, something subtle shifted. The noise began to thin. Spaces of silence appeared between thoughts. I did not force it. I simply kept showing up to the practice, sometimes with my sister beside me, sometimes alone.
One day I noticed it clearly the mind was quiet.Not empty in a dull way, but calm, like still water. The usual inner voices that once pushed and pulled me had softened. In that silence, writing began to flow more naturally.
Reactions lost their grip. I felt less entangled in other people’s storms.I also began to understand why the volunteers and teachers at the Isha environment carried that unmistakable Zen-like presence. It was not magic. It was consistency. It was inner work done patiently over time.And the surprising part?
A small taste of that same stillness was already growing within my ordinary surroundings through my own practice, through small moments of sincerity, through the on-and-off support of my sister.So now, when the question of fate or destiny arises, I no longer see it as a fixed script.
Life feels more like a field of tendencies, while my awareness is the hand that steers. The experiment continues, not by copying others, but by observing, practicing, and living one steady step at a time.The silent mind I once searched for outside is quietly unfolding within.
“Established in being, perform action, abandoning attachment, and remaining even-minded in success and failure.” — Bhagavad Gita 2.48



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