Somewhere between the punches and the press tours, Jet Li started asking a question most action stars never touch: if success actually makes you happy, why do the people who have the most of it seem the most anxious? He's been chewing on that one for decades. And the answers he's landed on — pulled mostly from Tibetan Buddhism, a bit from Zen, a bit from sitting quietly in old temples — aren't the tidy Instagram-quote version of the dharma. They're stranger, sharper, more honest.

What follows is a distillation of Li's reflections on the contemplative path he's walked since the late 1990s: how he found Buddhism, why fame stopped satisfying him, what he thinks meditation actually is, and how a lifetime of playing heroes on screen changed the way he sees so-called reality. If you're a reader who's drawn to psychedelic retreats and plant medicines as a way through stuck patterns, some of this will sound familiar. Different vehicle, similar terrain.

How a movie set turned into a monastery

Li's first real brush with Buddhism came on the set of Shaolin Temple in the early 1980s. He was a teenager, already a five-time national Wushu champion, filming in and around actual working monasteries. Something about the places stuck. They felt oddly like home. After the film blew up across Asia and turned him into a household name overnight, the temples became his hiding spot — a place where nobody chased him for autographs after five in the afternoon.

The formal commitment came later. In 1997 he took refuge and began studying seriously. Nearly thirty years on, he describes his practice not in terms of belief but in terms of relief — a slow decompression from the pressure he'd been living under. It's a common story if you talk to people who arrive at contemplative practice as adults. Success didn't fix the itch. If anything, it magnified it.

The book that cracked things open

The turning point, he says, was reading The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. What hit him wasn't a specific doctrine but a simple thread of logic: we spend our lives running to secure things — money, reputation, love, a legacy — and then we die and leave every last bit of it behind. So what exactly are we defending? What are we chasing? The freedom he'd been trying to buy with fame wasn't out there in the world. It was pointing inward the whole time.

Why fame didn't fix anything

Li is unusually candid about the emotional math of stardom. A hit movie bought him about a month or two of contentment before the next film's box office started weighing on him. If it flopped, the good feeling collapsed. If it hit, he wanted a bigger one next time. He's watched the same pattern in politician friends and billionaire friends — the specific number changes, the psychological loop doesn't. Struggle at a hundred thousand or struggle at a hundred million, it's still struggle.

His diagnosis is straightforward and, honestly, a little uncomfortable to hear: we confuse what we need with what we want, and the confusion generates most of our suffering. You can always find something else to grasp for. There's no ceiling on the wanting. Which means there's no external condition that will finally deliver the settled feeling you're chasing.

The monkey boss

The Buddhist term is monkey mind — the chattering, restless part of you that jumps from craving to craving. Li reframes it as the monkey boss. Ask yourself, he suggests, who's actually running your decisions. Is it you? Or is it the accumulated opinions of your parents, your industry, your algorithm, the ambient noise of what a good life is supposed to look like? Most of us, if we're honest, are being managed by that noise. Recognizing it is the first move.

Life as a movie you forgot you were acting in

This is where Li gets interesting. He spent forty years convincing audiences that stunt choreography is real fighting, that a scripted romance is real love, that a costumed man on wires is a hero. He knows exactly how illusion is constructed. So when he suggests that ordinary life has more in common with cinema than we'd like to admit, he's not being flippant. He's speaking from craft.

His analogy is that we're all simultaneously writing, directing, and starring in the film of our lives — and we've forgotten it's a production. We suffer inside the script as if it were fixed. We take the character we're playing to be who we are. Buddhism, in his framing, is what happens when you start noticing the camera. When you stop mistaking the role for the self.

If I know this whole journey is a movie, why am I struggling inside the character?

That question sits close to something a lot of people arrive at after a ceremony with ayahuasca or psilocybin — the sudden, sometimes shattering sense that the self they've been defending so fiercely is more costume than skin. Different door, same room. What you do with the insight afterward is where the real work lives.

Finding a teacher (and knowing when to leave one)

Li estimates he met around thirty teachers early on. Different lineages, different personalities, different methods. His metaphor for how this works is medical: the Buddha is a physician, the teachings are medicine, and the whole tradition contains — as the old count goes — 84,000 remedies for 84,000 varieties of suffering. Your job as a practitioner is to figure out what you actually have and find the right prescription.

Which means sometimes a teacher will hand you the wrong medicine. Not out of malice, usually. Just mismatch. What worked for the person next to you might do nothing for you, or worse. You try, you notice it isn't landing, you move on. This is a healthy attitude and it applies well beyond Buddhism — it's how thoughtful people approach any inner-work modality, including plant medicine.

• Start with what's actually bothering you, not with what sounds spiritually impressive.
• Read widely before committing to one tradition or teacher.
• Notice whether a practice is actually reducing your suffering or just becoming another identity.
• Give methods enough time to work — but not so much time that you lose years to something clearly off.
• Expect the medicine you needed at year one to be different from what you need at year ten.

The stages you can't skip

One of Li's more useful observations: you can't leapfrog the developmental steps. Beginners want the punchline — emptiness, non-duality, awakening — but the punchline only lands because of everything that came before it. Primary school, middle school, high school. Twenty years in, you look back and realize the earlier teachings were scaffolding. You don't need them anymore. But you couldn't have arrived without them.

Martial arts, meditation, and moving the body

Popular culture loves to bundle Buddhism and kung fu together, and Li — of all people — pushes back on the neatness of that pairing. On the surface, sure, they rhyme. Both start with honest self-examination. Both use disciplined training to shift a habitual pattern. Both require a teacher.

But underneath, he says, they're aimed at different targets. Martial arts are about becoming exceptional — stronger, faster, more skilled than the person across from you. Buddhism, at its deepest reach, is about seeing through the very idea of a separate self that could be better or worse than anyone. The projects don't ultimately converge.

That said, the body absolutely belongs in contemplative practice. Shaolin developed walking and movement meditations because sitting for hours is brutal on the human frame. Tibetan Buddhism has the six yogas of Naropa, which use breath and subtle-body work to open the mind's texture. Anything, done with sustained awareness, can become meditation. Eating. Walking. Even — if you're skilled — arguing with your family. Awareness is the aim; the posture is just a delivery mechanism.

On getting old without losing your mind

Li is in his sixties now and has been public about health struggles including hyperthyroidism. He talks about aging with a bluntness that's genuinely refreshing in an industry built on freezing time. Everyone gets old. If they don't get old, it's because they died first. So being afraid of aging is being afraid of the most predictable event in human biology.

He compares it to seasons. You can prefer spring. You can hate winter. Winter arrives regardless. The energy you spend resisting a natural process is energy you could have spent on the things that actually matter — quieting the inner noise, resolving what's unresolved, being useful to somebody.

His sharper point is about longevity culture. Even if medicine extends life to 150 or 300 years, what have you actually gained if the mind inside that longer life is still churning with fear and craving? A longer life without inner clarity is just a longer sentence in the same cell. This isn't nihilism. It's a redirection of effort — away from cosmetic maintenance and toward the work that changes what it feels like to be alive.

What this has to do with plant medicine, if anything

Li isn't a psychedelic teacher and doesn't speak about ayahuasca or psilocybin. But readers who come to this site are often researching plant-medicine retreats for reasons that echo his story almost exactly: chronic dissatisfaction, addiction, depression, the sense that professional success is somehow making things worse rather than better. The Buddhist framework he describes is, in many ways, the same terrain that people describe encountering in ceremony.

The overlap worth noticing is this: both traditions insist that lasting relief comes from a shift in how you relate to your own mind, not from acquiring anything new. Plant medicines can crack the door open in ways that decades of sitting sometimes can't — the research on ibogaine for addiction and psilocybin for depression is genuinely promising. But without the slower work that follows — the integration, the daily practice, the honest self-inquiry Li is pointing at — the crack tends to close again.

If any of this resonates and you're weighing a retreat, take your time with the decision. Read broadly. Talk to people who've been. Pay attention to how a given center handles preparation and aftercare, not just the ceremony itself. For readers who want to explore this further, a range of curated ayahuasca and plant-medicine retreats can be browsed on our marketplace here. Whatever you choose, the real work — as Li would probably say — starts the morning after.