My happy place is my yoga mat. Once my bare feet touch the mat, I leave all frustrations of reality behind and enter a magical world where I transform myself with grace into a dancer, a contortionist, a cirque performer, a playful child, or any character that I dream of being at that moment. On my mat, I explore the beauty of imitating the flora - like a tree firmly rooted on the ground yet reaching into the sky with ease like branches swaying to the light breeze of a cool summer evening. On my mat, I explore the animalistic ways of fauna - taking the likeness of a doggy wagging its tail out of gratitude, a bird taking flight with freedom, a monkey playfully testing its own physical boundaries with curiousity, etc.
Who needs recreational drug when there is yoga?
Namaste
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