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This Isn’t Practice or Dress Rehearsal—This Is Life"


Welcome, friend.

Are we just sleepwalking through life?

Same routines… same rules…

The same tired “shoulds” and worn-out “shouldn’ts.”

But what if this moment—

Right now, was your last breath today?

Where’s the spark?

Where’s the wonder?

Where’s the joy of simply being alive?

It’s not out there.

It’s here—

In your breath, your steps,

In the stillness between thoughts...

In the silence that holds it all.

To truly live, we must wake up,

and stay awake.

Not chained by doubt…

Not pulled under by fear or worry.

But rooted in presence.

Alive in whatever we’re doing.

Let your awareness be the flame.

Let every moment become your meditation.

Not someday…

But now.

Because this isn’t practice.

It’s not a dress rehearsal.

This… is life.

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