it as something mystical, as if a wise old master will knock on our door one day. In reality, the teacher
might be the child you spoke to at a bus stop, the book you randomly opened, or even a silent moment
in the middle of the night.
This is how real learning begins: not always in classrooms, but in awareness. And awareness blooms
when you’re ready — when your heart is open, when your questions are sincere. In my own life, I’ve
met countless “teachers” in the most unexpected ways. Sometimes they were actual professors, but
often they were moments, mistakes, or even heartbreaks.
There was a time when I thought I needed “more education.” But then I realized: I didn’t need more, I
needed deeper. I needed to understand what I was really searching for, and what kind of guidance
would nourish me. That’s when I truly began to learn.
Purposeful Learning isn’t about waiting for an external teacher to arrive. It’s about becoming your own
student first. When you become curious — really curious — about who you are, what you value, and
what gives you life, you naturally begin to attract lessons, people, and experiences that align with your
growth.
And yes, the “teacher” might sometimes take the form of a painful experience, a sudden change, or a
personal crisis. But that, too, is sacred. It means your soul is stirring. It means you’re alive.
If you are seeking with sincerity — if you’re open to learning, to unlearning, to being changed — then
trust me: the teacher has already appeared. Maybe even in this sentence. Maybe even inside you.