Less words..

The Noise and the Practice of Self Observation

For the past years of practicing meditation and self-awareness, I’ve slowly grasped the art of self-observation.
I’ve been watching my thoughts just like the clouds in the sky, my reactions to whatever surrounds me, and how I respond.
Since leaving Europe in September 2022, I’ve isolated myself from distractions of the world, to focus on my own lane and what I am creating.

Being hypersensitive, I feel subtle shifts of energy whether from places, people, or situations. I value quality over quantity, because I’ve learned to choose solitude over misalignment. I would rather sit in my own stillness than fill my life with connections, conversations, or experiences that don’t feel true. In that quiet space, I find clarity, authenticity, and a deeper alignment with Self.

Holding Center in the World

In August 2023, I moved to Siargao. For seven weeks, I lived mostly in solitude, volunteering to teach and play with kids, almost in a deep trance.
After weeks of doing that routine, I finally felt the pull to mingle with people again, I noticed something had shifted: I could hold my center firmly, even in the midst of noise. I felt stronger, more grounded, and my inner voice grew clearer.

Not long after, I took on a project with my client, Awake to Create, which brought me traveling again through Bangkok, the same month I had passed through the year before, on my way to Bali, Indonesia. My sensitivity to energy was heightened during this time. I even had a strange experience at the airport, which my friend Dan, also a client, later confirmed. It’s wild how discernment sharpens the more you tune inward.

When I first got in Hoi An back 2023, I often find myself sitting in corners, quietly observing. And somehow, in my silence, people are drawn to me. Conversations arise naturally often deep, often unexpected. The ones who approach are those who also question, who also seek beyond the surface. It was such a powerful experience that made me decide to come back.

The Power of Less Words

Over these past three years, my life has reset itself. By speaking less and observing more, I learned that silence carries a power words cannot. Words can sometimes confuse, defend, or prove. But silence true silence holds truth, presence, and clarity.

A Reflection for You

So I ask you: Where in your life are you speaking too much? Where could silence serve you better than words?

Sometimes the greatest strength is not in defending, proving, or explaining, but in standing still, listening deeply, and letting your presence speak for itself.

In less words, you might find more truth.
In silence, you might finally hear yourself.

Learning Through Environments

I remember November 2022, when I was in Koh Samui for a month, and later Bangkok,
my nervous system crashed under the weight of speed, noise, and fast paced around me. I was overwhelmed.
Yet in the middle of it, I was grateful to be held by my bestfriend who showed me how to move slowly and with ease. She was my angel in disguise.

Then, unexpectedly, I landed in India, in the lap of the Himalayas.
Stepping off the plane in Kolkata, surrounded by armed military, I had this thought: If this is my last moment on Earth, I have no regrets except not yet fulfilling my promise to give my mother a better life. Nobody exactly knows where I was, except my bestfriend who was with me in Thailand. It was an extreme experience. And yet, in that intensity, I felt the deepest peace. My nervous system softened, my body vibrated at ease, and I learned the sacredness of silence from the woman I worked with there.

After 37 days, I became more aware and less easily stimulated. I grew stronger, with a deeper sense of clarity. I realized that I still belong to the world and it is here that my work must be done. Since she was so willing to take me in and build a cabin in the mountains for myself, but here I am now in the world still.

Silence Within Family

When I returned to my family in January 2023, I found myself back in the castle of triggers where I grew up. And yet, I carried silence with me.
For six months, I used fewer words but stood more firmly in my energy. That period disrupted unhealthy family dynamics, cleared karmic ties, and healed wounds in ways I never expected. By speaking less and observing more, I discovered that presence is often louder than words.

Of course, I slipped at times. I reacted.
But slowly, my emotional rollercoaster began to lose its grip. I accepted myself as human; imperfect, yet capable of compassion.