The Death of Dreams (part 2 of 3: Love)

When we are young we idealize about love. Disney helps, but it’s probably also a natural characteristic, that we view things through a lens that says they should be perfect. I was no exception to this rule and still struggle with it. I dream about somebody that might not even exist; I also think sometimes that maybe I am incompatible with most people? But on the other hand, maybe I’m not, I just don’t give myself a fair chance. The truth is that love is nitty-gritty, it’s not always pretty, and sometimes you have to stop worrying about it.

I fell in love in Paris once. When something like that happens you start to expect big things out of life, and out of love. It kind of shifts the lens backwards and refocuses you on a bigger picture. But expectations lead to suffering and confusion so perhaps this is not such a good thing. But I honestly believe it’s not a question of how I act at all, rather a question of how I think. Maybe my own expectations about love that influence my unconscious decisions. It’s also possible a divorce that happened a few years ago, not mine, still has me troubled. But love seems to have changed for me, radically, in the past few years. Since that crazy year in the city of love just over four years ago, everything about the world seems to be different.

I’ve learned to drop my expectations and take it for what is, rather than allowing my imagination to get the better of me. The heart of love is romanticism so I allow the present moment and the sensations of happiness to dictate what I do. I find myself now grounded with others in the real, rather than floating alone amongst ideals. I try to find the beauty in every moment, not that I succeed or expect to. But the quest itself is enough for me.

Love is not about ideals. It is about commitment, reality, and the pursuit of a shared future, hopefully prosperous. I thoroughly enjoy my freedom now that I have sacrificed to create; teaching yoga is truly a joy in my life. But I have a relationship with yoga as well; some days I don’t want to practice or don’t practice when I know I should. Maintaining my relationship is about commitment, going when you don’t want to and being reliable and available. This is how dreams become reality, but reality is truly the death of a dream. This is how they die, in a good way. Now you can enjoy every second of what you have created, for creation to flourish death is an integral player.

Emotions in my Container

Prompt: Unsafe Containers

Which emotion(s) — joy, envy, rage, pity, or something else — do you find to be the hardest to contain?

Sadness has become the hardest emotion for me to contain lately. I am disappointed in my race. Saddened by my neighbors. I find it hard to understand how the world has become so corrupt. So lost.

I think that the answer to this is community, that my lacking of connection with the people around me causes my sadness. I try to be as happy as I can in my life, it is what I consider to be the goal of my life. I want to share this with the people around me and this truly is what makes me happy. The more am I around people, the happier I tend to be.

Recently, I have also become very successful at bringing myself back into happiness. My greatest sadness occurs when I am lost, when I am disappointed in myself, isolated. Productivity and discipline are two ways that I have been defeating sadness and depression and I have found that together they can bring hope back into your life. Concrete goals that have steps and milestones are what keep me motivated every day. Dreams and aspirations became possible again and the world seems like a brand new place.

You are in control of your own happiness.

I think the title is funny because the container refers to my body. My system for experiencing the world. My friend calls his body his avatar, its pretty funny, cause its true. Anyways, take the red pill, try some yoga, and enjoy your time here.