Who am I?
It’s a powerful question, one we often forget to ask ourselves. We spend so much time trying to understand others, define the world, and chase external success, yet rarely pause to truly meet our own self.
My parents gave me a name. Society gave me a gender. School gave me a grade. Friends gave me labels, good, bad, funny, quiet. Eventually, my actions became my identity. And like most people, I began wearing masks just to fit in.
But here’s the truth: the world we were taught to fit into is outdated. The rules are broken. Everyone is pretending, faking politeness, faking smiles, faking stability, while secretly disconnected from what they truly want.
The Death of Who I Was.
I wasn’t born a guide. I was born in a small village in Punjab, raised with strong values but no language for emotions. At 18, I moved to Canada chasing the immigrant dream, money, success, survival. I worked in construction, hustled hard, got married, became a father, got divorced and somewhere in all of that, I lost myself.
On the outside, I was “making it.” On the inside, I was numb, disconnected, silently breaking. Yet through it all, I never lost my connection to God. Gurbani and Sikh history became my anchor. Guru Nanak’s words, “Dukh Daroo, Sukh Rog Bhaya” pain is the medicine, helped me see suffering not as a curse but as a teacher. I felt the pain fully, I cried, but I never complained.
Every December, I drew strength from Guru Gobind Singh Ji’s history, how he lost his empire, possessions, even his family, yet in the jungles he still remembered his Beloved with love. That example carried me through my darkest nights.
And then, life cracked me open, through psychedelics, through heartbreak, through fatherhood, through Gurbani. Slowly, I began to shed the false layers. The man I thought I had to be died. In his place, something quieter began to rise—not a perfect version, but a truer one. One that could finally feel, listen, and heal.
The Slow Birth of Awakening
For years, I followed the script—working hard, playing roles, trying to be who I was “supposed” to be. But inside, I was lost. No matter how much I achieved or how many people I pleased, something always felt missing. It wasn’t success I was craving, it was truth. A truth beyond labels, beyond roles, beyond survival.
My awakening didn’t come all at once. It came slowly, through pain, silence, psychedelics, Gurbani, heartbreak, fatherhood, and the deep call to remember who I really am. Bit by bit, the old layers began to fall away. I stopped chasing approval. I started listening, to my breath, to my inner voice, to the wisdom that lives in stillness.
Already Whole
We’ve been taught to survive, not to feel. To follow, not to question. To succeed, not to awaken. But healing doesn’t come from adding more to our lives—it comes from subtracting the lies.
The lie that we are broken.
The lie that love must be earned.
The lie that our worth is based on productivity, performance, or perfection.
What if peace isn’t something we chase, but something we return to? What if God is not in the sky, but in your breath, your awareness, your Now?
To me, awakening is not about escaping this world. It’s about fully entering it, with presence, with courage, with love. It’s about remembering that underneath all the noise and roles, we are already whole.
And once you remember that, life changes, not from outside in, but from inside out.
Gratitude
Every soul that crossed my path has been a teacher.
Some lifted me up with love, some broke me down with pain, and some simply passed by as shadows. Yet, each one was a stepping stone, guiding me closer to who I truly am.
I thank the friends who believed in me, and I thank the ones who doubted me. I thank those who stood beside me, and those who walked away. I thank the moments of joy, and I bow just as deeply to the storms that tore me apart.
Because without them all, the “good” and the “bad”, I wouldn’t have arrived here. I wouldn’t have discovered the peace that already lives within, or the calling to hold space for others walking their own journey.
This coaching service is more than work for me. It is a milestone. It is the fruit of everything I’ve lived through, and an offering back to life itself.
To every person and every experience, thank you. You were not obstacles. You were part of the design.
With Love, Palminder Singh.
