Sep 24, 2012

quest for contentment

  I realized I tend to fall into a slight slump of depression when days, like today, I texted my latest man crush and hours later still received no response. In my latest pursuits of practicing yoga (not just asana but also pranayama, the yamas, and niyamas, pratyahara, dharana, dyana, and samadhi) this attachment is no longer acceptable to me. In meditation it is possible to locate the original experience of something, it's seed if you will, and observe the austerity of it thereby eradicate it or liberate yourself from it once and for all. So I sat down in meditation and tried to get to the root of that sense of need to be exclusively special to someone other than me. I traced it all the way back through my life and discovered it's deeply located in the womb and even before conception there was the calling, the sense of being wanted and needed to incarnate for higher purpose.. This exercise I suppose can be labeled "FAIL"


Dialogue be damned

Whenever I reflect upon my short comings, paranoid thinking due to incidents of abuse in my formative years that shattered my trust, and the...