“Too Much of Anything Becomes Poison”

I’ve been reflecting on how easily the things we think we need can quietly start to hurt us.  Anything — even the good things — can become poisonous if we let it take too much space inside us.

I’ve seen it in my own life.

When food became comfort instead of nourishment.

When ambition became the thing that pushed me past peace.

When fear whispered louder than faith.

When buying clothes became my way of filling a space that couldn’t be seen.It can be anything — power, laziness, food, ego, ambition, vanity, fear, anger — anything that starts as something small and harmless, until one day it owns you.

The truth is, anything we give too much of ourselves becomes a kind of poison. It dulls our edges, clouds our judgment, and distances us from who we really are.

Thailand has given me the quiet to see this more clearly. Here, away from the noise, I’ve begun to understand that balance isn’t something you find once — it’s something you practice every day.

Too much striving makes me anxious.

Too much control leaves no room for grace.

And too much surrender makes me disappear.

Life, I think, is about learning the middle ground — that soft place where we can hold things lightly.   Where love isn’t possession, food isn’t guilt, rest isn’t shame, and ambition isn’t greed.

Maybe it’s not about giving everything up, but learning when enough is enough.

To stop drinking from the cup that once nourished but now poisons.

So today, I’ll sit with that.

With gratitude, and gentleness.

With the reminder that peace doesn’t live in excess — it lives in balance.

I'm learning that the goal isn’t perfection. It’s awareness — the quiet realisation of when something starts to take up more space than it should. 

And in that awareness, we find the strength to loosen our grip, breathe, and begin again.

And as always…

I’ll follow where the Hart leads. 💫