I see life as a journey like tides that ebb and flow. Serene waters that reflect natures perfection and stormy white caps that crash against the shore. Yoga is the ocean that doesn’t mind what happens. It is the eye of the storm. The decision to honor oneself and be peaceful- finding stillness amidst the chaos.
Life is one great transition. It is an illusion and mental neurosis to always be waiting for your arrival to perfection. The perfect job, soul mate, house or some external circumstance that will deliver your bliss on a silver platter…and then you will be happy.
If it were that easy, supposed successful people wouldn’t experience depression, anxiety or addiction. Having a desire or intention to create your optimal living situation is healthy but not at the expense of feeling discontent with the now.