Strives

2 months into Yoga and I'm thinking this is my new Tango. I still entirely miss Bootcamp and would run back to it at once if I'm heading back to KL, but Yoga somehow allows me to connect on another level between my mind and body.

Results? A far conscientious effort to want to exercise and stretch. An awareness of what I am eating and putting into my own body. A need to want to overcome the harmful effects of sitting in front of a computer for 8 hour stretches. Above all, a damn determination to want to be able to do a headstand/split/wtv acrobatic balancing there is. Toes, you shall be my best friend some day.

I have always been curious as to why it is so hard to "do the right thing" when it comes to health and choices. Does it fundamentally boil down to what is easily accessible? Cheap? Self-gratifying? Addictive? All of the above? Likely.

But everything we do in life is a consequence of a choice, and ultimately, I am led to believe these are all choices within our control. Barring all talk on DNA or family or friends or life circumstances, everything we do has an element of our own choice in it, and therefore it is reversible. If we want to seize it with both hands and make it our own.

Throwback

Been wandering through old photos since my Iphone needs more storage space and really having #tbt moments.

2/4 weddings for this year, 1 from work, 1 from Tango, 1 from Uni and 1 from High School. A whole spectrum of my life activities for me to observe and realise how long it's been since all these checkpoints in life. Funnily enough also a reverse timeline for me.

That juxtoposed against some very sad news coming in from family. Ageing. We spend our teenage years wanting to be independent, we spend our college years "making the most of it" while still stressing over careers and the future. We spend our 20's and 30's climbing up an imaginary ladder that will lead us somewhere. We spend our 40's either worrying about teenage kids or wondering what went wrong if we're still single/divorced.

Pulling back is always something I need to do. Being the youngest cousin of the lot, I am encountering a lot of issues with this concept of ageing because so, so many of the relations are slowly falling apart. White hair showing, wrinkles showing, serious illnesses manifesting left, right and center. I sometimes want to run away from this all, I'm not even 30 but sometimes I feel, looking at the picture back then and now that there are imperceptible shadows and shades of weariness and tiredness that are starting to creep up on me. No longer the SYT eh? Nope.

Forge on. I'll fight perceptions the rest of my life if I have to.