Love, probably the most debated concept, is easy (it should be, right?) But complicated (for sure). The most natural feeling that ties people together has never been less than difficult, up to impossible sometimes.
Following a certain pattern of impossible loves, going from one impossible affair into another, is not a pure coincidence. Digging deeper, this pattern hides a subconscious (or unconscious) reason.
Falling for impossible loves more than once says a fear of commitment. Worse, it reveals a guilt feeling of betraying parents or closed loved ones. An impossible love doesn’t lead to commitment; so one is safe from commitment, guilt and betrayal.
Always falling for the “wrong” person is not a lack of chance. It is an unconscious choice. It is repeating the same experience over and over again. This repeated pattern of a person lies between the myth of Sisyphus and the Stockholm syndrome.
Emancipating oneself from the chain of the absurdity of this repeated heartbreaks requires a mind reset. And this is a long sinuous road of self discovery.
There is nothing wrong with the Instagram Yoga; and by IG Yoga I mean all yoga sites on social media. Yoga here is displayed from a marketing perspective; hence the images of difficult postures, fit bodies, fancy outfits and sometimes music. This is understood and widely accepted because jobs have turned into the online world mainly.
However, the IG Yoga is, in its majority, a continuation of the western perception of yoga, which is different from the eastern one.
So what is the “western yoga”?
Simply put, yoga in the West is seen solely as Hatha Yoga, a workout with many physical and mental benefits. This is the reason why it is taught in gyms for example as part of group classes. The aim is the posture or asanas as a path to the mental benefits.
In India, yoga is taught is ashrams or in specialized institutes. There, it is not about types of yoga but schools of yoga. Yoga, which means union, is the path of enlightenment and connection with all types of life. Hatha Yoga is one branch out of six which are the following:
Raja: with meditation as the main focus
Karma: path of service, of self-transcending action
Jnana; development of the intellect through the study of the texts.
Tantra: the most esoteric of all branches and widely misunderstood, it is about consecrated sexuality. Tantra is not porn.
Apart from some hints and tips about meditation, where are the rest of the branches on social media?
2020 is definitely a weird but interesting year, a year like no other years before. I firmly believe it is a doorway to a different decade, therefore to a different way of life. Every morning, while having my strong black unsweetened filtered coffee, I stumble upon many small truths; most of the times I choose to go on as if nothing happened with an eager desire that things will go back to what they used to be before. Being aware of the useless nostalgia, I am trying to process the present which is, just like the German philosopher Gottfried Leibniz describes it:
The present is saturated with the past and pregnant with the future.
The truths I encountered are clichés but practically crucial. Some of them are repeated daily, almost mechanically. Some others are theoretically true but difficult to execute. The beauty of them is their simplicity. The simplicity to face the ultimate inevitable truth: the tragic of life. Death is what makes life tragic and what gives meaning to it. So, what are these “truths” to handle tragedy?
Health, family and friendship are strong pillars to the monument of life.
Joy found in dissonance and disharmony in doing exactly the opposite of what we are told to do and makes us joyful. I can see you smiling while reading this: did it remind you of a teenage silliness? We need to go back to the teenage heart and follow it. LAUGHING OUT LOUD.
I am talking about joy and not empty abstract harmonious happiness.
Pleasure in every step of the way. Seek it.
Consumption leads to waste.
Breathing and moving are the best therapy.
In conclusion, time is wasted by “small truths” of required tasks to survive. “Big truths” are found in silence and stillness, at night when nature wakes up, in tragic scenes and scenarios. Don’t hate them and don’t try to forget them. Tragic is the meaning of life!
Søren Kierkegaard (5 May 1813 – 11 November 1855) was a Danish philosopher, theologian, poet, social critic and religious author who is widely considered to be the first existentialist philosopher. Much of his philosophical work deals with the issues of how one lives as a “single individual”, giving priority to concrete human reality over abstract thinking and highlighting the importance of personal choice and commitment.
Kierkegaard invented philosophical journals. He wrote over 7,000 pages in his journals on events, musings, thoughts about his works and everyday remarks. Careful not to reveal too much, Kierkegaard wrote aphorisms in literary style which led to many interpretations of his writings. At that time, the philosopher figure was Hegel.
Hegel followed a big tradition of philosophical writing that can be summed as a long demonstration or thesis in an impersonal objective style. He was considered as the philosopher of the system and his writings are a fusion of abstract thinking and concepts. Being monumental himself, Hegel was the power image of the philosopher who inspired countless philosophy students and readers. So Kierkegaard stood as the anti-Hegel, anti-system philosopher which made him the father of existentialism.
Knowing that his journals would have a big influence on people, In December 1849, he wrote:
“Were I to die now the effect of my life would be exceptional; much of what I have simply jotted down carelessly in the Journals would become of great importance and have a great effect; for then people would have grown reconciled to me and would be able to grant me what was, and is, my right.”
It is cloudy today
Heavy clouds full of rain
The sky looks like me today
Sometimes covered, sometimes uncovered
Shy sunlight in the groovy blues
Shall I dance for this matching?
No big, no small, only a coincidence
That the sky looks like me today
Or is it a self-projection?
Thinking is blurry, like the sky
Repetition kills the mind
Eye folded spirits on survival mode
Waiting for another unknown
Waiting for the misfit rain
Feels chilly warm
A wintery spring day in the pausing world
Life goes on in silence
In the groovy sky looking like me
Smoking is fading away
And all i can think of is smoking
Emotions on a roller coaster
From agitation to numbness
The smell of coffee sends madness to my soul
Smoking is fading away
For the lion in a cage
Taken into captivity by the invisible
Is the devil always invisible?
Life is lighter with the devil
Suddenly time is stretching out
Energy turned to a furious ocean
Thoughts are running in my head
Into one direction
Even a poison can be sweet
The lion in a cage is dreaming
Of colorful smokes going up my head
Innocent souls can never understand
How to be possessed by the devil
Where do we go from here
When the mind is not clear
The night is long
But the sun is shining bright
The storm is within
And birds are singing
Darkness isn't that dark
Where do we go from here
When streets are empty
Faceless people behind windows
Staring at the sky
Feeling the heat of the sun
Waking up their souls
Where do we go from here
When streets have no name
When death has no face
When spring feels like winter
Tomorrow is another today
Humming the same song
Playing the same games
Doing the same things
Repetition makes absurdity
Outside the sun shines
Inside the heart is cries
Scream into the scary silence
Run into the wilderness of your dreams
Maybe foolishness is what we need