From rebel to seeker.
From fighting to flowing.
From reacting to rising.
This is me now — grounded yet powerful.
There was a time when I moved through life like a storm — loud, restless, craving attention in the most subtle ways. I would crib about people’s behaviour, feel unheard, misunderstood, and constantly fight the cultural conditioning that told me how I “should” behave, think, or exist.
I wasn’t angry at the world — I was angry at the version of myself the world had tried to shape.
I rebelled against norms not out of courage, but out of pain.
I broke things — patterns, relationships, expectations, even parts of myself.
And in the breaking, I touched the lowest version of my own soul — a space of disheartening silence and deep disillusionment.
But sometimes, losing yourself is the only way to return to your truth.
When the chaos finally tired me out, I stopped fighting the outside world and turned inward.
That’s where the seeker in me was born.
A seeker of truth.
A seeker of stillness.
A seeker of who I was before the world told me who I should be.
I learned the power of detachment — not from people, but from the illusions my mind had created.
I learned that being alone isn’t loneliness; it’s liberation.
I learned that spiritual awakening doesn’t happen in temples or rituals — it unfolds quietly, when your inner voice becomes louder than the noise around you.
Today, I am still evolving — stronger yet softer, grounded yet powerful, fluid yet rooted in my truth.
My journey from rebellion to awakening wasn’t a transformation.
It was a homecoming.
Because the boundless version of me was always there — waiting for me to stop running from myself.
Modern Shiv Bhakts. Walking a path that feels ancient — yet fits today’s chaos. Follow for more @boundless.blogger
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