Things come and they go. People come and they go. Everything is constantly changing. Yes, everything. Every day, every hour, every second. Nothing lasts forever. Except there is the Self, who watches this. Who sees people coming and going, who experiences these constant changes.
Knowing this, comforts me. Life for me can be hectic, chaotic and unreliable. Some changes are for the good, other are hard to accept. Some goodbyes are forever and all that is left is a vague memory.
There was a time, only a few years ago, that I wasn't happy. I was tired during the day but could not sleep at night. My work did not interest me, yet it gave me tension and headaches. And even during the weekends I could not detach from it. Watching tv for hours was a way to escape my stress. Drinking alcohol was too, until I could no longer stand the hangovers. I had to make some changes, my body forced me too. I found yoga. Or maybe, yoga found me.
Since then, bad things left and good things came. As Max Strom writes in his book, yoga helps to make sensible choices. It makes logic sense as in: the time I spend practicing yoga is a time in which I cannot watch tv, surf the internet, eat cake or spend stressing in a traffic jam. And after yoga, I feel so refreshed that I don't want to spoil that feeling. I want to eat healthy, take rest, be quiet, do some cleaning (I noticed since I practice yoga that I find it more important that my house, desk and clothes are clean), go to bed early, read books about spirituality, take a bath and spend quality time with friends and family. It is easier to make healthy choices. To chose for myself. To let go of people who don't support me and my practice. To let go of nasty habits. To come up with new ideas, new friends, renewed love for family.