I had a long meditation this morning – I needed it. I hadn’t really sat with myself for a while, and I needed to feel what was in my heart again. And I have woken up from my nightmare. Here is what I discovered:
There are dreams, there are wishes, and there is reality. Why can’t dreams and wishes be one in the same with reality? Before, I was skeptic about believing this was so. I had started to lose faith in myself and in the country in which I am living. The country seemed to be in a downward spiral, my life seemed to be in a downward spiral. My relationships seemed to be in a downward spiral – I seemed to be the poison fueling the downward spiral.
This word – “seemed” – it says what it is. It “seemed” to be. It is all about perception – how do I see the world? How do I see myself? Who am I? Who do I want to be?
And I will be brutally honest with you and myself because I need to be – I saw the world through eyes of a cynic and a negative person. I don’t mean for a day – I mean weeks. It hurt myself, my relationship with my significant other, and most importantly it hurt my dreams. I allowed my negativity to infiltrate my life and take over and destroy my dreams. And my body has literally been rejecting my own self – I had had a consistent 3-day headache. I couldn’t shake it until last night. Last week I was sick physically, but I have been sick mentally for longer. I have been sick because I didn’t listen to Don Miguel Ruiz or Eckhart Tolle or Neale Donald Walsch, or any of the wonderful authors who had in the past inspired me. I listened to my mind and let it control me – I made up a story as Don Miguel Ruiz would tell me, and I believed the lies of that story to be true. And it was pointed out to me time and time again by someone close to me and I didn’t want to believe it and I wanted to keep on going the way I was because I was comfortable believing my lies. Don’t believe the lies in your mind – your mind will try to trick you and lie to you about how things are “supposed” to be. We have been conditioned since birth to judge, be skeptic of, be negative toward ourselves, and to believe that trust should not be given freely, but must be earned through tasks.
And it has cost me greatly in my relationship with myself. Because if I could not trust myself, how could I trust others? I had lost my trust and my faith in myself. I had no courage, I had no faith, I had no hope. Nothing. I’m working a job where I am not getting paid as much as I used to, and I let it steal my peace and bring me down to a place where I believed that my value was my paycheck. I started to become distrustful of those around me – skeptic of the words they spoke and of the truth that was right in front of me. Right in front of me! How could I miss it?!
Last night I had an argument with someone special – I exploded. I was not in a stable place. I was not myself – nor the person whom I wish so to be.
I am kind, compassionate, spiritual, and learned. I have a thirst to learn as much as I can and the endurance to go after what I want in my life. And yet, last night I put all of those things aside and let myself slip into a different costume – one that was green with envy of what others have and jealous of something that wasn’t there. And I let my mind trick me. I was a beast. Wretched and unfair.
Long story – yes? Why do I write to you about my failure? Because it is not failure if I can learn something from it and grow, and realize that I possess the power and the ability to be myself in every moment and to know who I truly am. And it’s not a failure if I can teach all of you and spread to all of you what I have learned from my own doing.
I watched the next President, Obama speak last night. And throughout his speech, he was captivating. He spoke of hope – of dreams. And I realized I was being so selfish last night because I became a skeptic during the day. I allowed myself to disbelieve in everything that I had believed in. And after watching his captivating speech I had no words that could express the feelings inside me that I had when I realized that he has hope. And even moreso when I realized that I had hope. I have hope.
I have hope for this nation – that we will be in a better place where people are kind and compassionate and can lead by example. I have hope and the knowledge that I will be a wonderful yoga teacher with the ability to touch other people’s lives in a positive way. And I have the hope that even though for the past month even I have been in that “seemingly” downward catapault, that I can pull myself out of it and regain the strength that I know is inside me.
This nation will regain the strength that I know is inside of it – through the people that it holds. I believe that we are all of great power, and I have hope. I have hope. I’m so happy to know that I have hope.