For a long time, I thought grinding was the answer. Outwork the doubt. Outrun the fear. Outperform the pain. But I was building on a broken foundation. Underneath the hustle lived something deeper. Undiscovered guilt. Unspoken shame. Unintegrated parts of me I didnāt want to face. But no matter how hard I pushed, it never felt whole. Because it wasnāt. It wasnāt until I got brutally honest with myself, Sat still. Felt the sensations I had buried. Faced the parts I avoided with love, not judgment. I started to change. The word āgrindā felt exhausting. The word āalignmentā felt like home. I started embracing the wounded parts. Not to fix them. But to see them. To reintegrate the man I had abandoned. And in doing that, I built a real foundation. One I could stand on. Now, Iām not hustling to prove anything. Iām showing up from a place of peace, power, and purpose. Not forcing results, but focusing on the reality Iāve chosen to create. Self-love is the soil. Desire is the seed. Focus is the sunlight. This is the work. This is the way. Are you ready to face yourself?