This year has taught me one thing: In doing fewer things and sitting with nothingness and boredom, I’ve started hearing the murmurs of my soul.
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We were sitting in the student union, on those wood benches, heads bent over paper napkins with pictures drawn in dark pencil. Your hair was longer than mine, and my learned defiance was large as continents. And there were symbols sketched, that would become ink branded forever on skin, that ...
I learned that I don't always need my passport or backpack to grow. Books have been the maps that lead the way, while writing has replaced the overnight bus rides and dodgy boat trips. Ideas are the cities and towns that I now explore with childlike curiosity, and they colorfully dot my route, ...
To be honest, my friend, I’ve been starting to feel a little lonely in Yoga. Everyone’s on their mat, pretending not to see each other. Fidgeting with their Manduka mat. Confined like yogis sitting on their mat-islands. Lonely but safe. Safe but lonely.