| Like A Moth To A Flame... |
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| 08:15pm 14/09/2007 |
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mood:  happy
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Passion lingers and lies in all of us. It speaks to us, guides us whether we are awake or asleep. It is the driving force in our lives. Passion rules us all and we abide to it, we are slaves to our own passion. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could all live without passion, maybe we will know some kind of peace, but we would be hollow, empty rooms, shattered and dank. Without passion, we would be truly dead. Sedated with routine working life - going through the motions just to secure a monthly salary, meaningless late-night out, hazardous sexual flings... seems like yoga is the only driving force that keeps me going these days. I look forward to Power and Ashtanga Yoga every week. Sometimes pissed off that I have to miss out a session due to other commitments. My enjoyment to this passive activity is surprisingly amplified by the wonderful people who practise yoga together. Here's some poses Eileena took for me. Looks like our dear sister is not only talented in sports massage but also in photography!
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