Driven and Derided by Vanity

In every yoga class, Ian talks about death a lot. And while it is a bit haunting to think about your own death, I think it is a great exercise to gain perspective with. People always say it’s morbid to think about it (and maybe it is if you do it a lot), but I’d still say it’s good to do every so often. I mean, I personally do get stressed out about small things at times; like school assignments and obligations and such. When you consider it for a long time, being worried about stuff is all futile. Like they said in yoga, “you already know the ending to your own story. You will die.” It’s true. So really, I’d do best just to calm down and live. I waste so much time. If I have warning of my own death, I will probably regret all that time. All the hours I spent wracked with worrying about where my life is going, what people think of me, wishing I was prettier or smarter or more exciting.

Also, the lesson I have learned this week is that sometimes I just have to shut up. It’s like I feel like I always need to prove myself and I need to realize that I just don’t have to.