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Eat, Pray, Love: Yogis

 “Different schools of thought over the centuries have found different explanations for man’s apparently inherently flawed state…The Yogis, however, say that human discontentment is a simple case of mistaken identity. We’re miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentments and mortality.

We wrongly believe that our limited little egos constitute our whole entire nature. We have failed to recognize our deeper divine character. We don’t realize that, somewhere within us all, there does exist a supreme Self who is eternally at peace. That supreme Self is our true identity, universal and divine. Before you realize this truth, say the Yogis, you will be in despair…Yoga is about self-mastery and the defecated effort to haul your attention away from your endless brooding over the past and your nonstop worrying about the future so that you can seek, instead, a place of eternal presence from which you may regard yourself and your surroundings with poise” (122).

I remember when I told my best friend that I felt broken, that I didn’t operate like a “normal” person, that I was frustrated that I didn’t seem as happy or confident or determined as the people around me, she told me that everyone’s just as broken as I am. We’re all doing the same thing: just moving on and trying to make it a day at a time. I talked with a peer counselor today also and he asked me what I think someone would think of me if they were to see me for the first time. I honestly wasn’t sure, except for that I’d be someone in the background and didn’t talk much since that’s what I’ve typically been seen as. But he said if he were to have seen me for the first time, he’d see me as a happy, smiley girl. Yet I told him all these things about my raging depression, stuff about this happy, smiley girl that he wouldn’t have known about had I not told him. And this divine self part, I’m not exactly sure what to make of it. But in contradiction to the immature parts I feel sometimes, I’ve felt my wise soul many times, a soul that is wise, beautiful, with great peace and faith in the world and her place in it. I like to believe that these are my true colors. When I feel this soul, I feel empowered and happy and simply okay. Even though I’m scared and depressed these days, I want people to focus on this side of me. I want true friends of mine to focus on this side of me and not make this depression what I’m all about just because I write to relieve it. Overall, this part of Eat, Pray, Love adds to the reminder that I’m not the only one who’s broken and that I’m not the only one struggling. And the idea that perhaps I should start practicing Yoga :P

There’ve been quite a few parts of Eat, Pray, Love that I really like. I don’t feel like posting them all in a bulk post so maybe I’ll do one daily or something :)