A man walks barefoot along a beach at sunset, silhouetted against a glowing orange and purple sky. He carries a colorful bag in one hand and looks out toward the horizon, his back to the camera. Gentle waves touch the shore, and distant lights from beachf

A Letter from Zaheer: Whose Approval Are You Waiting For? (And Why It Holds You Back)

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...
Rushing water flows through a narrow canyon of rugged, weathered rocks, highlighting nature's slow yet powerful ability to shape and transform landscapes, and symbolizing how steady, intentional subtraction shapes profound growth and transformation.

A letter from Zaheer: How do you measure growth?

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...
It says the difference between misery and happiness depends on what we do with our attention.

A letter from Zaheer: What are you feeding? (And how it shapes your life)

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...
A solitary figure stands at the edge of a vast, open landscape at dusk, silhouetted by the glow of a burning suit of armor behind them. The armor, engulfed in golden-orange flames, is half-melted, its metal pieces breaking apart, symbolizing release and t

A letter from Zaheer: What does your armour cost your soul? (And how can you reclaim it)

A Letter from Zaheer What does your armour cost your soul? (And how you can reclaim it) ↓ There are roles that fit like skin and roles that cling like armour. The difference is this: one breathes, the other bleeds. We inherit these scripts before we learn to speak—provider, leader, martyr, saint, fixer, peacekeeper, ladder-climber—whispers from ancestors who mistook survival for living. We rehearse them in boardrooms, kitchens, and in the quiet desperation of “should” and “must,” until the...

A letter from Zaheer: Where is the current taking you?

A Letter from Zaheer Where is the current taking you? ↓ Ten years ago, a haircut and a crash reshaped my life. One cost $50 and lasted an hour. The other cost my identity and took a decade to recover. Both taught me the same truth: Life isn’t a spreadsheet of pros and cons. It’s a river—wild and patient, carving canyons from your cracks.And the question you need to ponder is whether you'll keep fighting the current or let it carry you forward. Serendipity: The Haircut That Wasn't About Hair...
A serene, mystical twilight scene of a dark, still pond. A majestic black swan stands in the center, its feathers shimmering with iridescent hints of indigo and silver. The swan's reflection in the water reveals fragmented scales dissolving into sleek bla

A letter from Zaheer: What are you pretending not to know?

A Letter from Zaheer What are you pretending not to know? ↓ The therapist’s office smelled like old books laced with bitter guilt. He slid the list back across the table. 17 ways I’d failed as a partner, father, and person. I’d rewritten it from memory - every word, every wound. A perfect replica of the indictment I’d heard. "When did you know?""3 years." My throat tightened around the lie as it slithered out.I’d known longer. “Can the child within my heart rise above…?” Stevie Nicks pierced...
A vibrant illustration featuring a retro boombox with large speakers in the center. Above the boombox, the phrase "What Is Love?" is written in stylized, bold white lettering. The background is a mix of purple and pink hues with abstract geometric shapes

A letter from Zaheer: What is love? (And why your answer is your secret to clarity)

A Letter from Zaheer What is love? (And why your answer is your secret to clarity) ↓ “What is love? Baby, don’t hurt me, Don’t hurt me, no more.” - Haddaway This track teleports me to 1993. There, 16-yr old me is dancing away in my room oblivious to everything but the music. But, the lyrics from Haddaway's iconic 90s hit are more than just a catchy hook. They pose a question as old as time itself. The artist himself once said, "'What is love' needs to be defined by everyone by his own...
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A letter from Zaheer: What's your earliest memory of You?

A Letter from Zaheer What's your earliest memory of You? ↓ I remember it clearly.Pain, sharp and intense. I looked down at my right knee.A red river gushing from a cut that would heal, but I was scarred forever.My leg was stuck between two metal pipes.I screamed. That's it.My first memory of me. Me on my way to the rooftop When my parents recall this story, they tell me I was with my ayah (nanny), Hannah. I have a faint recollection of her. They show me pictures of a 3rd floor flat above a...
Century of the Self: Pleasure Seeking Happiness Machines

On the pursuit of happiness, success and desires

Zaheer Merali Clarity & Perspective: On the pursuit of happiness, success and desires ↓ Are we chasing to get what we already have? The innocent following the blind, herded by the wolves who want it all for themselves. We have been taught and programmed to believe that we are not enough, that we are not worthy and that we must constantly strive to achieve happiness and success. No single person can claim exclusive credit for this. Its roots lie in the repetition of human beliefs and...
An orange background with white text at the top reading: "In the end, it all comes down to one thing: ATTENTION. If you understand attention, your work is done." Below is a sketched outline of a human head filled with tangled black lines. The text "Starve

Attention is like a zoom lens

Zaheer Merali Clarity & Perspective:Attention is like a zoom lens ↓ image: mymind inc. I never knew I could do this with my attention. Wish someone had told me earlier! For a long time, most of my attention was focused externally on getting somewhere in the world - work, money, family, friends, etc. On the outside I looked successful by society’s standards. Inside I was playing a losing battle… I just didn’t know it then. Trying to do too much, too soon. You’ve probably heard this story...