The worm of why

Vīrabhadrāsana

Sometimes I wonder why I practice Ashtanga. Yup, ok, I mean I like it, and a lot, but why's that? Is it mental, physical, or what...?

Maybe there’s no need to rationalize. It's like with friendship and love: trying to give a logical explanation to feelings is of little use to me, it's not that I live them better or more deeply. And the same goes for my late passion for this demanding practice: it’s much easier for me to live it than to describe or justify it.
 
But every now and then the logical guy in me tends to wake up and the “worm of why” comes to surface... though I try to ignore it.

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