Discovering the Real Anchor Within: A Personal Journey

Finding the Anchor

A boat on the sea navigates freely, but when it wants to rest, it needs an anchor.

Isn’t that the same for an immigrant?
We float from one place to another, silently asking: “Where will I finally drop my anchor?”

When I returned to France, a friend found me a shared room.
The night I arrived, we went for a drink, and then I came back to that room — empty, no closet, just a mattress.
Was this the safe harbor I hoped for?

I meditated and fell asleep.
The next day, I made plans. But life had other ideas.
Soon, I had to leave that room.
So I found another one. Still not the harbor I was dreaming of.

Eventually, I built a house — to get closer to someone I loved, and to protect my savings. After the crises we’ve faced since 2019, I needed security.

But life kept surprising me.
The person I built it for is no longer here.
The football club didn’t really welcome me.
The association didn’t work out.
And my relationship ended.

I am still drifting. A piece of wood floating at sea, without an anchor.

How do we keep giving our best when we feel so unmoored?

Joe Dispenza explains the importance of breaking away from our past — from the emotions tied to it — so that we can step into the universe of possibilities. To reinvent ourselves, we must break away from the identity shaped by our external world, and learn to see ourselves as pure consciousness.

When we do this, when we stop defining ourselves by our pain and our circumstances, our two brain hemispheres synchronize. Our energy rises. Our potential opens.

I want to believe I have great potential.
But for now, I just have a big belly.
I don’t even know if I’ll stay in this house.
I don’t even know what I want.

It’s sad to admit, but sometimes I just want to run aground on a beach and stop fighting the current.

But maybe the real anchor I’ve been searching for isn’t a place, a person, or a project.
Maybe it’s inside me.