One of the quiet tragedies I see again and again—in myself and in my clients—is how good we’ve become at tolerating.
It’s a natural skill, one we sharpen through illness, heartbreak, or disappointment. If life gives you years of difficulty, you adapt. Your mind and body learn to survive even in hostile conditions. You bend, you endure, you persist.
There’s a beauty in this. Tolerance allows us to weather storms. It gives us resilience. But hidden within resilience is a shadow: we can become so good at tolerating discomfort that we stop noticing it. The body that once cried out for ease and beauty grows silent. Desire retreats underground.
The part of you that wanted more—the dreamer, the sensualist, the lover of life—goes quiet.
At a recent house we stayed in, the showerhead was at chest height. Every morning I bent down awkwardly to rinse my hair. The sheets were scratchy, the pillows thin. For weeks, I didn’t complain. I told myself, This is fine. I can handle this.
In fact, I congratulated myself on my ability to “practice equanimity.” Look at me—I can endure anything, even mediocre bedding.
And then one morning, I woke up annoyed. Really annoyed. Suddenly I could feel my body’s protest: I hate these sheets. I hate these pillows. I want something different.
That day, I went online and ordered new bedding. Instantly, my nights changed. I slept better, I woke refreshed. All because I stopped tolerating what quietly drained me.
The shower, of course, I couldn’t change. But I could name a preference: In our next home, I want a shower that reaches my head.
That simple naming of desire shifted something in me.
On the spiritual path, desire often gets a bad reputation. We glorify renunciation: monks who fast, yogis who starve, seekers who punish their bodies in pursuit of freedom. Desire, we’re told, is the chain that binds us.
But desire is also intelligence. It’s your body whispering what keeps you alive, nourished, aligned. To know what you like and don’t like is to be awake in your skin.
When we skip over preference in the name of “equanimity,” what we often practice is not wisdom but numbness.
In Buddhism, the root of suffering is not desire but ignorance. And ignorance is precisely what happens when we stop noticing. When we forget the simple truth: This feels good. This does not.
Healing, then, is not numbing ourselves further. Healing is resensitizing.
If you’ve been living in survival mode—through chronic illness, financial strain, or the exhaustion of caring for others—this practice can feel strange, even selfish. But it’s where empowerment begins.
Here’s how you can start:
List what you love.
Everything that brings you pleasure, ease, comfort, or joy. From the soft sweater you wear on cold mornings to the way sunlight hits your kitchen table.List what you dislike.
The sticky door handle. The job that leaves you numb. The clutter that makes your chest tight.Identify what’s in your control.
Some things you can’t change immediately. But many things—far more than we believe—are within reach.Take one step.
Buy the new sheets. Move the shampoo bottles to eye level. Say no to one small obligation that drains you. Each act affirms: I have a say in the conditions of my life.
Over time, these small shifts accumulate into something greater: empowerment.
I used to believe my circumstances were immovable, that life was something happening to me. When I was sick, I felt powerless. The poverty mindset ran deep: there’s nothing I can do, I just have to endure.
Now I see how untrue that was. Some changes required investment, yes. Some required help. But the result was a life where my body felt supported, my spirit lighter. That support even gave me more energy to create, to earn, to thrive.
I recently visited a mentor whose home is a living testament to this. Every corner of her space reflects her desires, realized through intention and empowerment. It wasn’t built overnight. But choice by choice, she created an environment that nourishes her.
That is possible for each of us.
Building a life aligned with your body’s wisdom doesn’t begin with money, or luxury, or some big external change. It begins with listening. With waking up from numbness.
It begins with daring to say: I don’t like this. I want something different.
That small act of noticing is the seed of transformation. From there, a life built on empowerment, not endurance, slowly unfolds.
✨ Reflection for You:
Where in your life have you gone numb?
What simple desire have you ignored because you told yourself to tolerate?
What would shift if you allowed yourself to want again?
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