I love yoga and yoga makes me feel loved. I terminated my yoga studio membership last month.
Funny the way our minds sometime seem to plot at removing every vestige of enjoyment, every thing we hold dear to ourselves in its rationalisation that it is only for our very best. I found yoga, or yoga found me, more aptly speaking, in Dec 2012 when societal pressure, crazy university workload, lousy self-esteem and depression all came together neatly packaged into this reclusive, highly strung, disillusioned and somewhat bitter individual known as myself. Emotionally scarred from past experiences and not knowing how to liberate myself from its bondages had made me tired and cynical. Seeing no hope in the future, there was honestly not a day where I wouldn’t look forward to the time where this wasted and utterly meaningless life of mine would come to a swift end. But then into my life came the humble presence of yoga, starting a cathartic process of recognising, confronting, liberating and surrendering all that I had hitherto desperately and bitterly clung on to. Continue reading