When do things start making sense? When does everything finally connect itself to reason? Events in life that occur; they all have a significance. But when do we realise the significance of each one? More so, when does every such event align itself in a manner so profound, that the only result is a spiritual awakening?

I cannot answer exactly when this happens. For me, it happened at an ordinary hour of an ordinary day. There is no particular time one must experience a spurt of spiritual growth.

But I can speculate on why this happens. In a previous post entitled, ‘Purpose’, I spoke of the purpose each one of us aim to achieve in life. My circumstances while writing said post, resonated with its content. I was treading the path towards what I thought was my purpose, and had only just realised that enjoying the journey is a lesson in itself, which is, in fact, a fraction of the purpose I hope to attain.

This post has been written nearly a fortnight later, when I feel that by taking every opportunity to learn the lessons along the way, I have grown closer to attaining my purpose. Part of this proximity comprises actually realising what it is I am meant to achieve in the lifetime I have been blessed with.

This post could also be characterised as a sequel to Purpose, for it validates the content of the same. Events in life are both of pleasing and saddening natures, but each one serves a higher purpose. Some of us believe this. I definitely do, for at an odd hour on an ordinary day, such events that had occurred in the last few months, seemed to align themselves with each other, resulting in the formation of the answer to, “Why did this happen?”, realising the foolishness of the statement, “If only…it could have been better”. Trivial matters that were originally the powerhouses of irritability dissolved, only to be replaced by compassion. I understood the teachings every event had imparted to me, and the feeling it evoked was nothing short of divine bliss. Questions I had been struggling to answer disappeared, and reasons as cleared as crystal filled their void. It seemed as though life had taken on an aura of its own; one of divinity.

This is why the aforementioned events occurred. They were forming the rungs of a ladder I had to actively climb, in order to experience the mesmerising view from the top.

Therefore, I state what I initially began writing this post to say: if you let your baggage go, you create more legroom. Every event in your life, in the form of circumstances you are presented with, the people you meet, the food you eat, your passions, hobbies, and so much more, has a significance. If you refrain to question the necessity of such an event in your life, rather you stop to question the reason for its occurrence, you are subconsciously moving closer to your Purpose.

See you soon,




Watching Butterflies Fly

Sometimes time passes by so fast, that you hardly have time to fathom exactly when one moment gave itself up to the next one.

It’s the same feeling one experiences when he watches rain begin to fall; it starts with a drizzle, and he’s initially able to count the drops. The speed increases, and he starts to lose track. Before he knows it, the water is all around him – too much to count. One is engulfed by the rain, just as one gets engulfed by time as it speeds by with no gear to stop.

As a child, I would try to count each blade of rain as it fell around me. Each time I failed. I grew up, and learnt that it was fairly impossible to measure the exact number of raindrops I experience during a downpour.

If each moment were a raindrop, it would be fairly impossible to actively calculate the happiness quotient provided by each one. The downpour of moments is bound to engulf you. One might as well enjoy each one; deriving the maximum satisfaction from each one, without pondering on the value of said satisfaction. The reason is, that regardless of whether the moment brings forth satisfaction worth a fortune, or a morsel, if it is joy and satisfaction one chooses to experience, rather than calculation and expectation, it is the former two that shall inhabit his memory.

So I learnt, that the wisest and most liberating choice I could possibly make was to simply let go. It is a choice to enjoy the rain, rather than count every drop of it. When I do this, I instantly feel the rain on my skin; feel it wash away every toxic strand of worry – the constant expectation the measuring had created. It is a catharsis without the need to shed tears. When I do this, I make one of the most beautiful memories of my life.

Therefore, naturally, everything associated with this moment adopts the same hue of beauty. The smell, flowers, sounds, trees, colours, people, food, and everything else my senses inhale.

The first time I did this, a butterfly flew past me. I remember smiling wide at the colours. If I would have tried to catch it, through laborious strategies and methods, it would eventually have died. Along with it, its beauty would have died. I remember how happy it made to simply watch it fly. I was carefree. Every moment is as precious as a butterfly. That is the only reason it is such a beautiful memory today.

Don’t measure every aspect of a moment. Live it instead, and its memory will last a lifetime.

– MayaSoul


Life is a mixture of everything, isn’t it? From emotions ranging from euphoric to tragic, circumstances both trying and rewarding, people both loyal and not; life encompasses everything.

We, as human beings have been presented with the task of weaving through everything we are offered, and walking the path towards our purpose.

It’s a wonderful journey; sometimes tumultuous, sometimes joyous; almost resembling a meal of several courses, both pleasing the palate and not. When we tread along this path called life, it is often with a goal. A dream hangs in the distance; the reward of perseverance and resilience. Some call it achievement, some success. Some even call it enlightenment.

Each of us view this dream through a different set of lenses. Some lenses are foggier than others. Some of the clearest lenses offer an unclouded vision of that one beacon that seemingly spells redemption. All else fades, and it is only that one sliver one begins to see. A flower may bloom right by the coveted lantern, but one does not notice it. He is unperturbed by everything that happens around him. When, and if, this happens, he loses sight of everything except one, small, luminescent dream he considers to be his purpose. So he chases it. He chases it with all his might, stopping at noting along the way. After all, it is, seemingly, his purpose.

However, it’s ironic. One’s purpose in life cannot be achieved by learning merely one lesson. There are several moments one lives through, but he must consciously experience each one. Only then, does he take a step closer to tying together every strand his purpose comprises. Only when he does so, can he learn from each one. Life encompasses everything. By refusing to accommodate anything other than one utopian concept within his frame of vision, he is actually losing sight of several threads that combine together to constitute his purpose. In the process, he loses sight of himself.

These loose threads, that are so imperative for a fulfilling, and productive feat, are often known by another name: the journey of life.

By stopping to admire the small things, noticing the seemingly insignificant details, and truly experiencing each moment from one’s heart, one can learn. One can walk the same path towards the dream, but smell the flowers along the way. Isn’t this what one calls: personality?


– MayaSoul

Find Yourself

There’s a common saying that life is like a roller coaster; it goes up, and it goes down.

Sometimes, when I’m going through the latter, I feel lost. I know the tangible direction I’m supposed to travel in, but sometimes it is difficult to isolate exactly why I want to travel where I do. It is difficult to isolate what it is that I seek, that will enhance my perspective of life.

I consider several things: family, friends, food and drink, isolation, tears, vacation, music, and the list never ends. However, nothing seems to be the answer. Frustration pays me a visit, but I refuse to allow it to enter.

It is at this moment of soul searching, that the answer strikes me. It does not lie amidst the depths and intricacies of one or more external factors.

All I must do is continue applying myself in the right direction, and find within myself, the will to truly live in the present; in the moment. It is only when I continue living, and treat each moment as extraordinary, that I can find beauty, and be happy about finding the right kind of beauty. I must appreciate all that I have, and notice the details the moment has to offer. Peace or completion can only be attained by doing the right thing. This ensures a sensuous, and sometimes even sensual experience.

Every moment, even the seemingly most mundane ones, contain beauty. They possess, almost hidden; jewels we voyage the world to find. So many times, at such moments, I’ve found myself recounting the past, wishing I were there once again.

However, the moment I appreciate the details of the present, every ounce of nostalgia deems itself devoid of any sense of yearning. Rather, it adopts the aura of a beautiful memory, that frames the image of a beautiful life.

Sometimes, the ability to appreciate is all you need to find yourself; for only when you are able to notice the things, you, uniquely feel are beautiful, that you truly stroke your own passions.

Only when you recognise what your passion is, and build the courage to pursue it, that you savour the moment – you live for yourself.

– MayaSoul