You Can’t Fix It Out There – The End of the Mind-Made Maze

There comes a moment on the path—maybe several—

when everything you’ve been doing to feel better,

to get ahead, to solve the ache, to “fix” your life…

stops working.

Not because you’ve failed.

But because the path you’re on isn’t leading where you thought it would.

You’ve followed the rules.

You’ve tried the mantras.

You’ve read the books, changed the jobs, left the lovers, rearranged the house.

You’ve chased gold stars, good grades, promotions, partners, praise.

You’ve sought peace in control, worth in comparison, safety in strategy.

And maybe, for a little while, it worked.

Until it didn’t.

Until the ache returned.

The fear resurfaced.

The restlessness came creeping back in.

And the shame whispered, “Still not enough. Still not fixed. Try harder.”

But here’s the truth, love:

You cannot fix a problem created by the mind in the realm of matter.

You cannot heal a wound of belief by manipulating reality.

You cannot solve illusion with more illusion.

And if you try, you will suffer.

The Mirage of Fixing

Most of what we call “problems” in this world are not problems.

They are projections.

Mind-made constructs.

Stories built from trauma, memory, social conditioning, ancestral inheritance.

The belief that we are not enough.

That we are unsafe.

That we are unlovable, unwanted, replaceable.

That we must earn rest, perform worthiness, manage perception, control outcomes.

And from these beliefs, we build lives.

We build marriages we don’t actually want.

We build careers that feed the ego and starve the soul.

We build bodies to fit into cages.

We build entire identities around wounds we’ve never examined.

And when it starts to crumble, we don’t question the foundation.

We just redecorate the walls.

We book another retreat.

Start a new project.

Blame our partners.

Overachieve.

Overconsume.

Overthink.

We fix and fix and fix,

forgetting that we are inside a maze of the mind’s own design—

and that no amount of moving the furniture will set us free.

The Mind is Not the Master

This is not a judgment.

It’s a remembering.

Because the mind, for all its brilliance, was never meant to lead.

It’s a tool. A translator. A meaning-maker.

But it is not the source of truth.

The mind is built for pattern recognition.

It solves, protects, predicts, and categorizes.

But it doesn’t know what’s real.

It knows only what it’s been taught.

So if it was taught that love must be earned,

that your worth is conditional,

that safety is found in control,

it will build a reality to match those beliefs.

And then, heartbreakingly, it will try to solve the pain of those beliefs

using the very same tools that created them.

More achievement.

More perfection.

More external validation.

More distance from your own centre.

This is the trap.

The mind cannot resolve what the heart has not felt.

It cannot liberate what the soul has not faced.

And it cannot lead you home, because it does not know the way.

The Created Life Begins When the Fixing Ends

Living a created life is not about getting everything just right.

It’s not about becoming your “best self,”

or manifesting the dream house,

or aligning every chakra before breakfast.

A created life begins the moment you stop trying to fix yourself

and start remembering who you already are.

It begins when you realise that you are not broken.

That there is no version of you more worthy than this one.

That you are not your thoughts.

Not your wounds.

Not your titles.

Not your fears.

It begins when you pause in the middle of the spiral and ask:

Who decided this was a problem?

What if I stopped believing this story?

What if nothing needs to be different for me to feel peace right now?

These are dangerous questions, love.

They dissolve the whole illusion.

Because once you stop fixing,

you start seeing.

You start to feel the quiet hum of enoughness underneath it all.

You start to trust your own pace, your own pulse, your own truth.

You stop outsourcing your power to people who don’t see you.

You stop making fear your compass.

You stop performing and start being.

This Is Personal

I don’t write this from a pedestal.

I write it from the dirt floor of my own remembering.

I’ve known the ache of never-enough.

I’ve chased the applause, the relationships, the roles.

I’ve shape-shifted to be pleasing.

I’ve stayed silent to avoid conflict.

I’ve betrayed myself in the name of being loved.

And I’ve also sat with the parts of me that did all that.

Held them.

Wept with them.

Heard their reasons.

And laid down the burden of fixing them.

Because beneath every one of those patterns was a wound,

and beneath the wound was love.

A desire to belong.

To be safe.

To be whole.

What changed wasn’t the world.

What changed was my relationship to the one who believed the world needed to change.

The Invitation

If you’re tired of running,

if you’ve done everything “right” and still feel restless,

if you keep looping through the same lessons—

this is your invitation:

Stop trying to fix what isn’t broken.

Start questioning the belief that says it is.

Trace the fear back to its source.

Dissolve the illusion by meeting it with presence.

Come back to the one watching it all unfold.

That’s where the created life begins.

Not in what you do.

But in what you see.

You don’t need to earn your way back to wholeness.

You are whole.

You always were.

You just forgot.

And forgetting is not failure.

It’s the setup for remembering.

For returning.

For creating—

not from lack,

but from love.