Living a life without the fear of being ourselves

Ever since i started to explore the holistic industry, and allowing it to integrate into my life, i've never stop feeling grateful for who i am today. Being in touch with the yogic teachings in my early 20s, always wonder what's had i done previously and what's is that force that i manage to travel to this point. 

At that age, a stage where many of us are entering into the society, and along the way trying to find an identity or create our own identity, so that we can start working on our sort called " career". 

Along the way, i met people with many working experience sharing their part of perceptions. One particular idea i always had people telling me is " When in Rome, do what the Romans do" or things like " if others are doing it, its OK to do it... they are Politically right...", and my next question in my head will pop up, " even when its not morally connect to your principles..? Where do you stand?"

I was living in that buzzy grey area of who's right... and who should i follow? Or was it an excuse for wanting to commit an act, that they are fearful to do it alone but brave enough to do it with many people. I asked many questions, many. I read books, articles, discuss them with my friends and hoping searching for some enlightenment from my teacher.

Through those un- coding my own puzzles, i've do have a clearer view in guiding myself. We have the power to be who we really are, we don't have to borrow or rely on others to be powerful. There in us, is a hidden strength that we fail to see, therefore search and see the strength of others; taking reference to their action as ours. 

To each, we have our own view. Thus the decision lies in our hand, the responsibility we have in molding our life. 

This particular blog post is awesome for living a life without the fear of  being ourselves: 

http://www.marcandangel.com/2012/06/06/10-enemies-of-personal-greatness/#more-454 

 

 

Want to hear my chatter today's practice?

I woke up early morning today, realizing that it was my Moon Day. So i swapped the usual practice to pranayama. The sun was not out yet, i opened the window to let some morning air in. I sat down on my half- rolled mat, adjusting myself for a comfortable position... and started practice.

I'm not sure if its really the weather was getting hot and humid these days, or is it me. I could practically feel my body temperature rising, and tiny beads of sweat forcing their way our my pores. Ohh my god, its getting hot... should i turn on the fan? hmm... better not... it'll get too noisy with the mechanic turning. Alright, let's just stay on.

Then, i heard my neighbor's alarm clock, beeping so loudly... repeatedly.. continuously. Gosh! Its still early for work, why does he set the alarm at such time. Each beep is like hitting on my red button. There goes my quiet morning. Ok, will you please at least wake up to turn it off...! Come on, lets  listen to the nice ujjayi breaths instead, the beeping went further and softer.

Cheep cheep cheeeeep! Oh, what's... the birds are awake now?! If you are hungry, go look for worms elsewhere...  by chirping your lungs out will not get the worm flying into your mouth. Worms don't fly, remember? Oh, now you've woken the cats... i suggest you birdies to get your morning meal somewhere, else you'll become a breakfast set.

Ok, i still have my breathing practice to go on. Nice... lastly that's the only thing i want to listen to. My own breathing. The only thing i was to get in tune with, and slowly i felt inside my head it goes into a relax mode. Almost like getting a high on caffeine ( will not forget getting high on Vietnamese mocha last week, not recommended to drink before work...).
My body got cooler slowly and my legs was totally numb... i couldn't be bothered to move it, let it be.
Behind my close lids, i could see the rising sun... from darkness to light.

Breathing practice to me, has been always a test of my patience and tolerance. Because by regardless anything that is happening outside the window, however much i want to peep and look... i know that i have my own work to attend to.  Yes, theoretically we say that a practice is beautiful when its smooth sailing, and undisturbed.

But practically, a practice is more beautiful when there's attempts of disturbance, distractions and verge of giving all up. It is more amazing, when we have the ability to draw strength from within, pull  ourselves back into place and enjoy the rest of the ride.

Its a good morning practice, still!

Talking about Rights...ya right.

Sometimes, i don't get it. Pardon me, why are we fighting for problems that are created by us?

Whenever i read about fighting for rights, any sort... it amuses me. 

The existence of human rights was due to the imbalance treatments among the human race, by us the human beings.

The existence of animal rights was due to the unethical treatments to the animals, by us the human beings.

The existence of environmental rights was due to the improper treatment to the nature resources of the habitat that we all are living in, by us the human beings.

Sometimes i thought: What is wrong with us?

Tracking back down to our own race, our allowance of identifying ourselves with differences is stirring whirlpool among us, and breaking us apart. And because we are being treated unequally, we impose this negativity feeling onto animals and the environment. Transferring of emotions. The vicious cycle of " an eye for an eye"... and Gandhi added brilliantly " makes the whole world blind". 

We are really a contradicting group. When half the world is trying to save, the other half happily destructing. When a part of us is in line with our soul, the other part if against it. 

When there is indiscipline ego inflating, there is hunger for power. With power using on others abusively, it creates hatred on the end party. With hatred, drafts a revenge plan. This revenge plan filled with hatred and hunger of power is then used on defenseless animals--- that creates lots of fears in the brink of struggles to death. And in the end, the flesh of the animals enter the human mouths... swallowing their own revenge plan and tummy filled with hatred and fear. Where's the rights?

This is how i see.