Maq Masi Blog

Life is both the simplest of truths and the deepest of mysteries. An animal does not wrestle with the question of how to live. It is born, it breathes, it dies — a circle drawn quietly in time and space. We, too, are born and die, yet between those two points we weave countless meanings. That is where our burden begins.

Society tells us what life should be. Families hand us their expectations, communities measure us by their standards, and competition pushes us into paths not always of our choosing. In such a world, freedom feels less like a gift and more like a forgotten dream.

Yet Laozi spoke of another way. He named it Tao — the way that does not divide existence into right or wrong, true or false, but sees beauty in all that is. To walk in the Tao is to live without splitting life into categories, to taste its wholeness without fear.

And then there is Wu wei — often called inaction, though it is not idleness. It is the art of flowing with nature, of ceasing to fight what cannot be conquered. A tree grows not by resisting the soil but by drawing strength from it. So too can we grow, not by struggling against life, but by moving gently with its current.

Perhaps, then, the question is not how to live, but how to let life live through us. To honour its rhythm, to surrender its beauty, and in that surrender, to find our truest freedom.