Living Yoga

Clouds sit heavy on the city. Big raindrops fall through light, amongst a plush jungle background. Rivers meander alongside transportation infrastructure and out of sight into misty foothills.

This rainy, cool day in Kuala Lumpur will be met with full sun taking over everything. If humans stopped living, the jungle would crawl through legacy, surrendering to none. Our existence would settle somewhere in crumbs, canopied by tree and vine. 

Impermanence is such a powerful part of our reality. It can be a hurry up call to action or a suffering paralysis. There also can be liberation that comes from what will end and serenity from knowing what is forever. 

The philosophy of yoga exists with contrasts and diversity. Similarly, life offers us duality to understand our existence — to make sense of this dust. 

Not many yoga students ask the meaning of life. Although, some question if yoga is the only path to self-realization. The kickback of being engaged in a philosophy of self-awareness is that meaning is given to life. The setback is that living life does the same. 

Being a yoga educator of almost 20 years, I do believe that we all have purpose and harmony within; that we can cultivate relationships with others to examine how we move through life; and that education/sharing creates change and not all teaching is educational.

By default, I cannot engage in yoga as being the only method of realization. It would be myopic to believe so. However, I can only attest to the methods as a treasure to receptivity into our truest self. 

In reality, I have met deep, enlightened people throughout life that were never yogis. I have these folks on dance floors, skateboarding, and studying classical medical systems. By change or inquiry, we offer a vibration to the world. Maybe it attracts, maybe it repels but it is ours until it fades into the universe. 

Be well,

Will