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The true strength

The true strength

“We live in a time when public scrutiny has become increasingly voracious. On social media and in everyday conversations, a persistent tendency is evident: observing the mistakes of others with exaggerated attention. Behaviors are analyzed, faults are recorded, and flaws are disseminated as if exposing others’ shortcomings contributes to the common good. But what often lies behind this habit is not a sincere desire to correct or help, but rather an unresolved need within the critic. There are hidden motives that, when recognized, allow us not only to understand what is happening, but also to choose another path.
The first of these motives is the desire to find something that can be condemned. Some people do not approach others to discover what is valuable, admirable, or worthy of celebration. They do so to detect flaws, as if that justified their own detachment or indifference. This way of looking at things is marked by a mistrust that prevents us from enjoying what is good. It is like sitting at a beautiful table and searching among the dishes for leftovers to criticize. But living like this impoverishes the soul. Learning to focus our attention on what builds us up not only transforms our relationships, but also our inner experience. It is about training our gaze to see what deserves to be cared for.
The second reason is more difficult to recognize: the pleasure that indignation brings. Sometimes, judging others harshly allows us to release tensions that we do not know how to channel in any other way. That accumulated anger—which may come from old wounds, frustrations, or feelings of injustice—finds an excuse in the other person. Then sarcasm, cruel irony, and relentless criticism disguised as virtue appear. But what appears to be courage is often just a way of escaping our own pain by projecting it onto someone else. Instead of offering comfort, we make accusations. Instead of accompanying, we condemn. Recognizing this mechanism does not condemn us: it frees us. It allows us to stop being prisoners of sterile anger and start building more humane bonds.
The third reason has to do with ego. By publicly pointing out the mistakes of others, some people seek to feel superior. It is a subtle way of saying, “I would not have made that mistake.” This constant comparison, however, does not strengthen character. It only disguises it. True growth does not come from belittling others, but from honestly facing one’s own flaws and overcoming them with humility.
Maturity begins when we stop seeking validation in the downfall of others and start building from our own responsibility. These ways of looking at things—accusing, venting anger, and exalting oneself—impoverish human relationships and fuel a culture of contempt.
But there is an alternative, and it is available to anyone who wants to live with more dignity: train your gaze to discover what deserves to be affirmed. It is not about denying mistakes, but about deciding what to do with them. We can correct without humiliating, accompany without exposing, point out without destroying. Because looking with respect is also a way of loving.
Today more than ever, we need people who build. Who choose to remain silent when speaking would only cause harm. Who know how to see fragility without taking advantage of it. Who find joy in the progress of others, not in their downfall. True strength is not measured by the amount of criticism one can deliver, but by the ability to support others without crushing them. And that strength is in each of us, waiting to be chosen.
Prabhuji

The dignity of being oneself.

“I am not one to forbid anyone from considering themselves my disciple, just as I am not one to prevent others from rejecting me. I hold no titles, nor do I grant permissions or credentials. I neither approve nor disapprove. I do not name myself, defend myself, withdraw, or promote myself. I am where I am—without center, without edge—and whatever anyone does with my name, my words, or my image belongs to the world, not to me.
Some present themselves as disciples, with respect, affection, and devotion, spreading my books, building websites, sharing quotes, images, moments. Others, with the same fervor, claim that I am a fraud, a charlatan, or that what I write is empty. Some praise me, others condemn me. Some call me wise; others, an impostor. Some believe I am a blessing; others, that I am a problem. Meanwhile, I do not intervene.
What authority could I claim to stop someone who wants to consider themselves my follower? And what right would I have to silence someone who needs to position themselves as my detractor? Let each person navigate the relationship they need to build with me—whether it be one of reverence or repudiation—because both bonds, though opposite in appearance, are born of the same desire: to find a place in their own narrative. If by naming me someone manages to calm their search, whether by blessing or defaming me, who am I to interfere?
The books I wrote years ago no longer belong to me. They are not mine. They were written through me and moved on. Texts circulate, are quoted, distorted, glorified, or forgotten. And that’s okay. Let someone publish them, translate them, or hide them; let them print them or delete them from a website: none of that alters their essence or compromises mine. I don’t protect my work because it doesn’t belong to me. I never guarded a doctrine or cultivated an identity.
I see that some, with generosity, show me respect. Others, with passion, ridicule me. And in both cases, it doesn’t affect me at all. It’s not coldness, it’s freedom. It’s not indifference, it’s confidence. Let everyone seek happiness where they can. Those who find meaning in considering themselves my disciples, let them celebrate it responsibly. And those who find peace in criticizing me, let them embrace that peace with all the strength of their sincerity. Both are welcome to the mystery, both are part of this universal dance.
I do not defend myself because I am not at war with anyone, I have no enemies. I do not prevent what happens because I have not appointed myself arbiter of the future. I do not claim authority over the image that others project onto me, because I understood long ago that those images do not contain me, they do not reflect me. There is no true figure that can be sustained between praise and defamation. There is a point where it is no longer about being seen with justice or injustice. It is about not interfering with the way life is reflected in others.
Those who see a flame, come closer if you need to. Those who see smoke, move away if you prefer. I am neither the flame nor the smoke. I just remain silent, without imposing myself, without hiding. If the image you project of me serves as a refuge for one, hold on to it. If it serves as a mirror for another, look through it. And if it serves no one, let it dissolve.
I do not walk toward applause, nor do I flee from criticism. I do not need to be elevated or understood. I prefer that each person approach or distance themselves from a place of honesty. May gratitude not become obligation, and may judgment not become a chain. May everything flow with the innocence of that which no longer depends on being recognized.
In the end, it’s not about me. What happens around my name does not happen in me. What others see, admire, or attack is not who I am, it is what I reflect. And if that reflection helps them find themselves—even if it is through a misunderstanding—then let them use it. I bless you all equally, both those who come closer and those who move away. To those who are moved when they read me and to those who feel uncomfortable. To those who call me master and to those who consider me just another illusion.
Everyone is free to love or reject, to remember or ignore. All I ask is that you allow yourselves, at least for a moment, the freedom to walk without permission, without fear, and without spiritual obligations. Because in that moment, without knowing it, you may be closer to the heart of all this than in any course, any temple, or any slogan.
And if, on that walk, someone feels that my voice accompanies them, let them listen to it. And if it makes them uncomfortable, let them walk away. Both decisions come from the same place: the dignity of being oneself.
That is where teaching truly begins and ends.”
Prabhuji
Life with dignity

Life with dignity

“There will come a time in your life when, looking back on your journey, you will not see a succession of triumphs, but rather firm and rational decisions. You will understand that your perseverance was not impulsive or romantic, but deliberate and conscious. In circumstances where giving up seemed logical, you chose to continue. And in doing so, you affirmed your will as the guiding principle of your life.
It was not chance that sustained you, but your ability to persevere in what was right, even when the immediate situation seemed to deny it. In this, Thomas Aquinas’ statement is fulfilled:
“Virtus in arduis consistit” —“Virtue consists in difficult things”
(Summa Theologiae, II-II, q.123, a.2).
True moral greatness does not lie in visible success, but in perseverance in the face of difficulty, complexity, and hard work. The gratitude you will one day feel toward yourself will not be a passing emotion, but a clear awareness of having been true to the best of yourself. You did not give in to the easy relief of giving up; you did not compromise what was essential for momentary comfort; you did not shy away from demands when the task required strength. Every decision that honored your convictions will ultimately be the cause of what truly has value. That day will not be identified with external triumph, but with the realization of your own consistency. As the apostle Paul writes:
τὸν καλὸν ἀγῶνα ἠγώνισμαι, τὸν δρόμον τετέλεκα, τὴν πίστιν τετήρηκα”
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.
(2 Timothy 4:7)
That is not called triumph or success.
It is called choosing the right thing when it was costly and complicated.
It is called persisting when the world offered easy ways out and immediate rewards.
It is called enduring the loneliness of duty, without compromising with comfort or self-pity.
It is called completing the journey without betraying yourself, without becoming someone who is outwardly admirable but inwardly defeated.
It is called having quietly maintained a loyalty that did not demand applause, only integrity.
And in the end, when there is nothing left to prove, and the world’s opinion no longer matters, it will be called by its name:
Having lived with dignity.
Prabhuji