"We are happy when we feel connected to something."
I've been attending yoga classes lately since I've been meaning to for quite some time now. I've always felt an unique importance in an inner balance and deeper core structure, a proper meditative response to the outside world's persisting pressures. I have a restless heart and sometimes it runs overwhelmingly distant for my emotional well-being. Yoga has taught me valuable lessons thus far--ones that expand my mental horizons to perspectives beyond my understanding and spiritual beliefs abroad its existence. I leave each class not only physically relieved and engaged, but my mind is calmer and ghastly awakened.
Recently, the yoga instructor talked about connection. She spoke about how we feel a genuine happiness when we are connected to something. I let those words sink in amidst a dimly-lit room echoing with soft-spoken music among my fellow yogis. But I felt comfortably isolated from it all when I closed my eyes--letting the words trailing in the air with my mind wide open. I thought about the last time I felt a deep connection and was proud to own that connection all to myself. The music began playing a beautiful piano piece and I clung onto each note, recalling my days of piano playing. In that moment, I abandoned my presence for a while longer and travelled back to my childhood. Despite my early resistance to piano lessons forced by my mother, there was no denying the connection I felt with the incandescently melodious sounds from this black box of strings. Its vibrations resonated with me and each key fastened onto my every mood. The notes spoke to me perfectly, providing words of comfort with significant meaning no language could accurately capture. Piano playing was my therapy and escape and to this day, it still impresses an unique importance in my life. I remember that connection and I remember I was truly happy.
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