Run or Dive?

Whoever is already in the habit of diving into themselves will pass through this moment that we are living in peacefully.

Those who are not in the habit of diving themselves will have two options: either they dive or they will feel very uncomfortable and will continue to flee in order to cling to external sensations and escapes.

In 2011, my dive came on the same day. From the intern (I ended up in the hospital) and from the intern (I lost a cousin). 

In 2016, my dive came from the excesses I committed against my health and that's when I couldn't escape anymore. During the treatment I took the opportunity to take a Yoga course. Since then, I have been trying to commit myself more and more to the practice that has been saying so much about my body.

In 2018, I dived again. 2018 times. The first, another loss, but looking at it today, I see it as an apprenticeship. A door closes, but a window opens. And what a window I opened in XNUMX!
The second dive was for sport. An old wish. Many emotions and sensations brought by the sea. Between nausea and fear of the depth of the seabed: I survived. But the best was yet to come.

The third dive was the chance to dive further. What was missing? I plunged deeply into Tantra. I left old shells behind, melted the controls, a part of the Ego, and then a lot of material surfaced about me that until then I ignored. There was fear, there was anger, there was shame, there was guilt. I looked at myself and the relationship I had with my family. I needed and still need to adjust a lot.

I don't regret anything, today I'm someone else. Better than before, but I can improve more. There is always something we need to improve. If my past self met my present self, I wouldn't recognize it.

What remains to be discovered? Who doesn't learn by love, learn by pain? These days of isolation will tell. Will you run away or dive?