I remember when I was infinite.
It was grand.
And now I am whole.
And it is.
All these years, we write scripts for the life we think we are living. At what point do we start living in improvisation? And when we do, what happens? Will we still be happy and sad as we were before? Or will our emotions feel differently?
There is an old proverb, “We don’t see things as they are, we see things as we are.”
In my yoga practice, my challenge is always to see things as they are. No small task, which is why I hit the mat on a regular basis. But I often wonder what it would be like to actually not see things in our own reflection.
Food for thought.