Whenever I carry it around 🙂 people are nice and ask me if i m doing any fitness.

Now In my mind thousands of beautiful story begin and want to start speaking about the origins, the implications, the results, the transformation, but I realize their interest sometimes is just to be nice, so I say …. yes is a form of fitness.

How can I tell them that my mat is like an open book, and whenever I am on it, I feel like. I m the pen writing my history, present and future, constantly defining and observing, coming to various conclusions, one more intense than another. Like a dancer on a stage, watched by no-one than himself, performing for himself.

Can I tell them that I cry, laugh, and I got a taste of all my emotions on it, victory and frustration, peace and stress.  

That  this limited space on the mat, is caring me from a melancholic past and a future full of expectation and plans, to the present, and gives me a taste of “what is, rather than, what i want it to be”

“This is enough! just breathing here, feeling my body, colors get brighter, and whatever felt like nothing and boring, before, just gets exciting.”

That my mat is the place where I come every time I get lost in this society. When I have questions, or nothing to do.

When I am just lost, or when i think I’m not. These is the button to press, for a restart. Wherever I was before, or thinking I will go, this is the place where sometimes time stops, where the mind gets quiet or…. quite very loud.

That is the place for me to meditate, or just sit. A place where my mind knows, that once I m in that place everything is fine, once I assume a posture, everything will settle.

A place from where I can get back to loving, and carrying, from which I can be normal again, and sociable, where I gain my trust, and gather my strength.

That is my place, from where I can erase the past and bad choices and start over again.

The place that understands me, the place where there is no judging, the place where I am safe.

The place,  that I have built. Trough discipline and sweat, trough frustration and acceptance, pain and relaxation.

A place where you are never alone, or even if you are, it never feels lonely.

Where I’m meeting million of other people, like me,  being in the same place, doing the same practice and what they’ve found, is the greatest treasure, themselves.

From the top of the mat, same practices, but every time different.

I feel more close to them, than to everything else because, it feels like they were in my skin, and they knew how I feel, and I feel what they felt, and we all are the same.

You are never alone and should never feel lonely.

Today, yesterday or tomorrow there was and always will be someone like you.

You are just like them, you are them, in a different family, society, experiences, time and place.

Whatever you see, is just you exploring a different possibility.

So whoever you see, try not to judge, just wish them luck and an easy heart.

And learn from their stories, mistakes and experiences, with an open mind and heart, and don’t worry they cannot hurt you, and even if they do, you are not either this body or mind, these are just impressions of society and time you are living in.

What you think you are is constantly changing and defining itself.

What you really are cannot be defined, hurt or destroyed. You are infinity taking a shape, in a certain vibration, on a particular dimension, exploring creation.