How Manifestation Found Me (And What I'm Still Learning)

Lately, I’ve been writing just for the joy of it — little thoughts here and there, things that move me or make me pause. But this topic... it runs a bit deeper. It's not just something I stumbled upon; it’s something that found me. Or maybe, something I needed to find to keep moving.

It's Manifestation.

Now, before you roll your eyes (yes, David, I know you’re already halfway there), hear me out. I’m not here to preach or pretend I’ve figured it all out. In fact, I’m still learning — and I think that’s the beauty of it. I’m not sure if it always works. I don’t know if it’s science, spirituality, or just wishful thinking dressed up in a better outfit. But I know one thing: the idea of it being possible keeps me going.

I was introduced to the concept of manifestation about 10 years ago. Back then, it was purely wishful thinking. I would scribble affirmations in journals, whisper intentions to the sky, chant switchwords, and create vision boards full of dreams I wasn't even sure I believed I deserved. Some of it felt silly. Some of it felt powerful. And honestly? Some of it worked.

As they say, aim for the moon, and you’ll at least land among the stars. And looking back, I really did land somewhere brighter than where I started.

But the thing they don’t tell you: Manifestation isn’t a one-time thing. It’s not just writing something down and waiting for Amazon Universe to deliver. It’s becoming the person who actually lives the life you’re dreaming of.

And that? That takes time. It takes undoing old stories, quieting loud doubts, and choosing every single day to believe in something bigger than your current circumstances — even when life is heavy, messy, and relentless.

After 10 years, I feel like I’m only now starting to understand what manifestation truly means. It’s not about asking and waiting. It’s about becoming. It's in the doing, the growing, the uncomfortable in-betweens. And honestly, with everything life throws our way — deadlines, heartbreaks, anxiety, responsibilities — it's so easy to forget. You fall back into autopilot and wonder if any of this "manifesting" stuff was ever real.

But then, something clicks. Something small — a sign, a feeling, a moment of clarity. And you’re reminded that maybe, just maybe, the universe hasn’t forgotten you.

This blogging website is one of those reminders for me. I dreamt of it back in 2018. A place where I could share freely, connect deeply, and just be. But life happened. I doubted myself, I paused it, I buried the dream. Yet here I am, it started in 2024 and completed 1 year this July, writing the words I once only imagined.

I didn’t manifest this blog in the way most people think. I became the version of me who would actually sit down and write it. And that’s what I’m learning — manifestation isn’t magic. It’s a mirror. It reflects who you’re choosing to become every day.

So, I’ve decided to write about it as I learn. I’ll be blogging about this topic whenever I get a new signal from the universe — whether it’s a gut feeling, a life lesson, or a little sign I can’t ignore.

Those who resonate with this — I would love for you to connect. Let’s have the deep conversations. Let’s share the weird moments that feel like magic. Let’s help each other grow on this spiritual (and sometimes confusing) journey.

And to those who still think it’s just BS (David, again) — hey, if nothing else, maybe these words will make you smile or help you stay just a bit more positive. That counts too.

Thanks for reading. I’ll be showing up more often — raw, unfiltered, and honest. Let’s learn it together. Let’s grow together. Because I’m still becoming… and maybe, so are you, consciously or unconsciously.