INTROSPECTION

𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕. 💫

As I described in my first book, how could one ever define anything while piecing together fragments of oneself, only to realize that you’ve always been the whole?

Whatever I do in life becomes research. Whatever the experience, I always dig deep.

It’s simply impossible for me to stay at the surface of things.

Not because I need to analyze everything, but because I’m endlessly fascinated by the quiet mechanisms behind my choices, my reactions, the patterns of my life, my triggers, thoughts, feelings, desires, shadows, and awakenings.

Every moment is a study. Every emotion is a question mark. Every encounter is a mirror inviting me to look a little deeper.

I don’t move through life as someone who merely experiences: I observe myself experiencing. I move with intention, determination, and a quest for inner alignment.

I watch how joy expands in my chest. I study how disappointment curls at the edges of my breath. I notice the subtleties, the hesitations, the instinctual pulls, the shadows that whisper. I dive into my pain when it appears, and I see the clarity that lands like light through a window.

Nothing is wasted. Nothing is random.

Every moment is part of the ongoing research of understanding myself, not to control life or myself, but to meet it with more honesty, precision, intimacy, depth… and a hell of a lot of curiosity.

Introspection isn’t a hobby for me. It’s a language. It’s how I stay awake and alive in a constant thirst for truth.

This is how I turn every chapter of my life into a space to grow, refine, peel away layers of conditioning, and return to myself again and again.

Because whatever I do, whoever I meet, wherever I go, I remain both the one who lives the story and the one who learns from it.

And while studying myself, I also end up understanding people much better, because we truly learn to know and love others only when we learn to know and love ourselves first.