We Are Our Mind

 
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Humans as a specie are mortal.

Our final fate is inevitable.

The where & when is what’s questionable.

What’s come to my attention,

Is the research that’s on the rise on occasion,

I hear there’s such a things as split brain condition,

That’s one explanation,

For this powerful mind we live with, not in condemnation,

But in complete freedom of it’s dictation.

We are in the driver’s seat, consciousness causes frictions,

With the cultural desolation, and societal expectations.

This life we’re all living, would be abdication,

if not lived out in spectacular fashion.

Life is a fleeting situation,

Grasped by the undeniable fate of time,

Oh this affliction,

We’re living life to answer the question,

Why are we here, living this life? This life in question.


 

Oh Life

 
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Oh life, how you’ve made me agile,

For days and miles away,

Oh life, I’ve got to side step,

Right and left,

To find tomorrow’s way.

There’s no explanation,

What life throws,

Life is a free world, no explanation.

Up and down, right and left,

There’s might and flight of this we call life.

Staying agile in the spontaneous sway,

Oh life, you’ve got me in this mysterious way,

In exile to the calls days away.

What’s left is to look to tomorrow,

Yesterday’s no more,

No matter how hard I look back,

There’s no retract.

Yesterday is away,

Tomorrow is on the way

Today is on it’s way, this is the day today.


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What Balance Is

 
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Balance is,

Mine, hers, and his,

It’s about a connection to that self,

Who is myself?

Balance is,

What I need it to be,

It’s about what I need to be me.

Balance is,

subjective in nature,

there’s no legislature,

no real commands other than what I allow to interfere.

Whether it’s due to fear,

Or a mere hope to never depart,

apart from the dream of that equilibrium life.

At the end of the day,

Balance is about finding life’s rhythm,

Whatever that means to that individual,

No algorithms, just a way to say,

This way is my way.

What I need balance to be,

is to agree to side with me,

free from pride or prejudice,

and maybe found between some vices,

I need balance to agree,

I am me, let me be.

Balance is what I need to just be.


 

What Is Balance?

 
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Even when balance seems to be found,

I seem to go in circles, round & around,

Trying to maintain that which was found,

yet the struggle keeps coming around.

Balance is a state,

It’s a kind of apparatus,

It’s a social status,

It’s a bait,

that goes beyond fate.

Balance is sometimes a dream,

A reality that promises a beam,

A beam of light,

which shines on the cream of the crop.

That top shelf life,

that wellness, freshness, & momentous dream that promises a beam.

Whether it’s self-esteem or my bloodstream,

Balance requires an attitude of lifelong pursuit.

A hunt of no guarantees,

with only a potential fruit,

A life well suited,

For those well rooted.


 

Chasing Balance

 
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At the end of the day balance is what I am after. In training, in meals, at work, in my week, my emotional state, my mental well-being, my relationships and friendships, time with friends, time with family, or time alone, balance is what I am seeking.

There’s no magic formula. Balance is an art of not too much or too little.

Seeking to strike the right ratio with everything around. What is that magic number? Nope, unfortunately there is none.

Balance is a daily practice that demands attention,

Balance seeks retribution if neglected.

Lose sight of it and it’ll quickly vanish into non-existence, to feed the chaos that threatens the mysterious equilibrium that’s neither right or wrong.

Balance is about a feeling, a wisdom, a virtue, it’s more than just some of this and some of that,

More than more of this or more of that,

balance is a daily practice, that takes trials and experience.

Balance is an achievement.

Balance is not a given.

Balance is what I am after.


 

You've Got This!

 

You’re too fat.

You’re too chubby.

You’re too skinny.

You’re too muscular.

You’re too dark.

You’re too…..

Trust me, I’ve heard it all! Let’s be real, we live in the modern world (with plenty of ads, social media, and enough Netflix originals to last a lifetime) that constantly reminds us just how important looks are. YES no matter how idealistic I try to think sometimes (i.e. that we're not all that shallow), the truth is, to some level, everyone cares about looks. Some more and some less than others, but bottom line is how we look is a topic in everyone’s minds.

I am speaking quite generally here, but coming from an Asian culture, it’s hard to avoid the role looks plays, especially in regards to the topic on weight. There’s so much emphasis from when I was a young girl about not getting fat, or be too skinny, to dress a certain way, to be a certain way. I mean seriously the list goes on and on. I think there are similar expectations across all cultures, but speaking from my own experience, weight is typically a hot topic, especially if I haven't seen someone in a while. (Well weight and my relationship status, but that’s a topic for another time!)

The message I want to share is, accept and love yourself for who you are the way you are. It took me  awhile to get to where I am today, but trust me the harder you work to love yourself the more rewarding life becomes.

I used to be unhappy with my body. I can’t recall a time through my adolescent years or my youth where I was happy with how I looked. I always found fault with everything. In my pre-teen years, I was the chubby one, but even when I lost the weight in high school I would find fault in my face, my thighs, my arms or something else. It never stopped. In part, because of comments from others, but a lot of it had to do with the state of my mind.

All the comments shot at me used to shake me up. I used to think oh no, I’m too fat, I need to get going and lose weight ASAP! Then when I lost weight, people would tell me I was too skinny. (Seriously! What do you want from me?!) I used to take it all to heart. It impacted my self-esteem a great deal. If you ask my childhood friends, they will remember how insanely insecure I was growing up. Until one day I finally realized something, who are they to tell me about how I should look?

My body is mine. My life is mine. What’s important is to love myself for who I am and to celebrate the body I am in! I finally told myself, “YOU’VE GOT THIS!” So why does it need to matter to anyone else? What becomes apparent is how important it is to feel alive in my own skin. To accept all of myself in the most genuine way. There’s nothing wrong with how I look, unless I allow such polluting thoughts corrupt my state of mind.