Surrendering

I admire so much those people that see the good in everything, that get up on their feet after every fall, that can keep a smile on their faces despite their harsh life, that don't complain nor feel sorry for themselves. Self-pity is never the answer, I should know by now.

A good friend of mine advised me to just surrender to life. Life knows better what we need than we know ourselves, he said.

Surrendering is not giving up. Surrendering is overcoming our fear of losing, of falling, of failing, of getting hurt, of loving back. Surrendering is trusting that we're being led to where we are supposed to be, that we're getting the experience we need, the time is always right, the moment is always right, it is right when it shines, it is right when it rains...

While I was thinking about this I remembered a yoga pose that I practise daily in ashtanga yoga. It is called prasarita padottanasana c. When we start practising this posture with the help of a yoga teacher, our hands are slowly pushed down towards the floor. Instantly we feel our heels lifting and we get that sense that we’re going to fall down. My dear teacher always says while she helps us through the asana: “Just surrender. I’m here for you. I won’t let you fall.” At the beginning we are too afraid to even try but eventually we learn how to trust and then magic happens. The funny thing is this feeling of almost falling down never ends, but we learn how to accept it naturally. 

It is all about abandoning our comfort zone and our need to control every thing. There's nothing under our control. Absolutely nothing.

I think I'll just go with the flow now...