Sahil Singh 

IYA certified Yogic teacher and meditator, coach.

Who Am I?

It began with a question.

Not a loud, dramatic one — just a quiet whisper beneath everything:
“Who am I?”

I didn't know then that this question would become the compass for my entire life. It followed me — or maybe led me — through waters, across continents, into boardrooms, and deep into the hidden corners of my own mind.

I served in the Merchant Navy, working ships that crossed oceans and touched the edges of the earth.
I stood on decks under endless skies, where stars looked close enough to touch and the sea seemed like an ancient mirror.

I saw the Dutch ports, cold and efficient, with the hum of quiet power.
I walked the streets of Panama, where the canal cuts through land and history alike.
I breathed in the stillness of Japan, where tradition and technology dance in quiet harmony.

In every place, I saw life move in patterns — different on the surface, but deeply familiar underneath.
Laughter in unfamiliar tongues. Kindness in the eyes of strangers. The same longing. The same fear.
And always, that question pulsed in the background:
Who am I?

Later, I came ashore — not just from the sea, but from one version of myself.
I stepped into the world of marketing, into brands and strategy and identity.
I studied what made people buy, trust, belong.
I learned how narratives shape behavior, how images create desire, and how easily identity can be packaged.

But the more I worked to define the “what” of others — the more I began to feel the edges blur on my own “who.”
Was I the sailor? The strategist?
Was I the man in uniform staring at stars on a night shift?
Or the one in a meeting room, building a story around a product?

None of those felt like the full truth.

And slowly, I realized — they weren’t supposed to.
They were roles.
Masks.
Waves on the surface.

But underneath… I began to feel the ocean itself.

It wasn’t a thought. It was a shift in seeing.
I started to recognize the same light in everyone I met — the same awareness behind every face.
The same thread running through me, and through the world.

I was no longer just watching life — I was part of it.
Not separate. Not observing.
Everything.

I am the one who walks and the path beneath the feet.
I am the question and the one asking.
I am the sailor and the sea,
The strategy and the silence behind the thinking.

It didn’t start with books or meditation.
It started with a single question:
Who am I?

And strangely, beautifully, the deeper I searched…
The more I stopped needing an answer.

Because I had found it — not in words, but in being.
I am.
And that is enough.

Because I am everything.