A Letter from Zaheer You think you have time ↓ You think you have time.But you don’t know when this body will fall away. And yet we act like there will always be a better moment... to finally return to ourselves. ⸻ A friend of mine died this week.We worked together over a decade ago — back when urgency meant timelines, targets, tech launches. He was part of a transformation we delivered together.Smart. Kind. Quietly capable. He found his way back into my life last year through something I’d...

A Letter from Zaheer You're not behind... You're listening. ↓ Today is Mother’s Day in Canada where we live. And before anything else, I want to name this: Mothers, in all their forms, are the reason we’re here.Biological or chosen. Present or distant.Fierce or tender. They are the first rhythm we ever knew.The first warmth. The first disruption. The first grace.They shape our worlds… and the stories we tell about who we are. And one of the deepest stories they give us is the idea of what it...

A Letter from Zaheer You're not a project. ↓ You don’t need to heal to be whole.You just need to stop chasing the one who needs healing. Because what’s broken was never you... just your idea of you that you've been carrying, like a backpack of heavy rocks. ⸻ There’s no pot of gold at the end of this rainbow.No finish line called “enlightened.”No future version of you finally worthy of peace. That’s the quiet trick of the healing spiral...it keeps you orbiting a self that doesn’t exist. ⸻ I’ve...

A Letter from Zaheer You were never here to matter... Only to be. ↓ You think you've dropped the chase.You think you've burned the mask.And then one quiet afternoon... you catch yourself polishing it. I don’t chase applause anymore.But some days, I still reach for significance.A smaller, subtler cage.The kind you can almost mistake for freedom if you don't look too closely. We were trained to matter. From the beginning: Gold stars. Report cards. Job titles. Bank balances. Follower counts. The...

A Letter from Zaheer You are not a seeker... You are the source. ↓ I used to think I was lost. Didn’t matter how much I had learned, how far I had come —I’d still have days where I’d freeze.Blank.Untethered. My coffee would go cold in my hands.Life's screen open, blinking.Me, pretending to think.Really, just avoiding myself. I’d chalk it down to confusion.I’d call it disconnection.I’d open another tab.Buy another book.Scroll for signs.Reflect harder.Write better answers to the wrong question....

A Letter from Zaheer I still scroll for affirmation... when the silence gets too loud ↓ Even now, with all this clarity, with all this stillness I speak of, I still have days where I scroll for affirmation instead of sitting in silence. I know the silence well.It’s spacious. Alive. Real.It’s where I remember who I am. But some days… it’s too much. Some days I’d rather check how a post performed than check in with my breath.Some days I seek the flicker of a heart instead of feeling my own....

A Letter from Zaheer What are you chasing? (And what if you already have it) ↓ We’re all chasing something.More time. More love. More clarity.More meaning. More peace.But look closer — no two chases are the same. One person runs toward freedom.Another toward safety.A third, toward applause. The content is different, filtered through a unique lens.But the chase itself is the constant. And that’s the clue. Like grammar reveals the architecture of a language, the act of chasing reveals something...

A Letter from Zaheer Whose Approval Are You Waiting For? (And Why It Holds You Back) ↓ Approval is a cage dressed as a safety net — and you've got the key. I’ve spent much of my life quietly waiting for permission. Yet, also afraid of irrelevance. Approval from family, nods from colleagues, praise from mentors. A green glow on the wealthmeter. Quietly but persistently, I'd outsourced my joy to external checkboxes, trading applause for authenticity. It felt safe. It felt known. But, it was...

A Letter from Zaheer How do you measure growth? ↓ This weekend we're celebrating a birthday (happy birthday Connie 🫶🏼). I got reflective. Birthdays are our earliest cultural ritual of accumulation. From childhood, they condition us to measure life incrementally: more years, more experience, more stuff. From our earliest moments, we're taught growth is about acquiring: another candle, another year, another accomplishment stacked high on life's shelf. But what if this focus on growth through...

A Letter from Zaheer What are you feeding? (And how it shapes the life only you can live) ↓ I wish I'd known this earlier. The deeper meaning. Not the superficial, intellectual 'knowing.' Everything you feed grows. Choose carefully. Every thought, every belief, every quiet act of attention is nourishment. It feeds two interconnected stories...: → the past you've lived and the future you're creating. And it shapes both...: → how you see yesterday determines the tomorrow you're building. I've...