Maq Masi Blog

We often spend our lives chasing aspirations—building grand dreams, projecting futures, and carrying the weight of wanting. From early childhood, we’re taught to wish for more, to climb higher, to always become. I was no different. For years, my heart wandered across desires: for traits I admired, for joys I imagined, for a self not yet formed.

Once, I yearned for the heart of a child, the soul of the poor, the mind of the rich, the spirit of the free; wings to soar like a bird, and the joy of a dancing fish. What more could freedom ask of me?

But something shifted. The restless pursuit gave way to a quiet realisation: that even beautiful longing can become a burden if it takes me away from the richness of what already is. That moment of clarity became my quiet turning. I stopped reaching. I started seeing.

Now, I dream of nothing—for I revel in my present existence.

This isn’t to say that I’ve abandoned growth or that dreams are without purpose. It’s simply to say this: sometimes, what we seek is already here, cloaked in simplicity, waiting for us to notice. There is a kind of wealth that has nothing to do with possession. A kind of joy that asks for no audience. A kind of freedom that begins the moment we stop chasing and start being.

For me, this moment—unadorned, unhurried—is everything.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything grander.