This is it. Right here.

Not the cushion. Not the bell. Not the perfectly lit room with incense and a timer.

This—the traffic, the inbox, the unreturned text, the weird mood you woke up in—this is the meditation.

There’s no other place. No special setting where you’re finally allowed to be calm, or clear, or whole. That division? That fantasy of “real life” and “practice”? That’s what keeps you spinning.

Drop it.

Meditate now. While annoyed. While confused. While standing in line or pacing your kitchen. Feel your breath. Feel your thoughts. Let it all rise and fall without needing to fix or escape.

Because the work isn’t somewhere else. The peace isn’t after.

It’s here. Always was.

You don’t find it. You remember it.