A sermon on refusing the cult of self-improvement. Salvation through satisfaction.
Siddhartha Gotama wasn’t born enlightened.
He was born comfortable.
Silk sheets, servants, no suffering — a human terrarium built to protect him from reality.
And then one day, he saw the truth: no one escapes pain.
Not even the soft, the safe, or the rich.
He didn’t sit under the Bodhi tree because he wanted better abs or a calmer morning routine.
He sat because he’d finally stopped running.
He stopped chasing “more.”
And that’s the secret the self-help cult will never sell you: you can’t buy your way to enough.
We keep upgrading the phone, the body, the spirituality, the mind — polishing the same mirror, desperate for a reflection that won’t change.
But enlightenment was never about improvement.
It was about remembering you’re already whole.
Breathe.
You’re already what you’re trying to become.
Side Post: Bodai Is Not Buddha — on how Western minimalism turned awakening into an aesthetic instead of an act of presence.
Image Idea: Siddhartha under the Bodhi tree, surrounded by ring lights and hashtags.
Category: Philosophy, Spirituality
Tags: buddhism, mindfulness, self-help, enlightenment, minimalism, satire, modern life, humor, spiritual parody
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