Any discipline in great seriousness is quite the enslaving endeavor which bears the greatest fruit. Joy in pain, and relief in the occasional payoff by external validation.
My dear friend Pravin gave me a booklet on which the cover lay a mischievous and bearded man. Sadhguru’s droll eyes direct slightly out of frame and the only worldly object perhaps tying him to this earth is a set of silver bands on his left ring finger.
To be overwhelmed by beauty actually puts me in crisis. That kind of beauty is not selfish, not sexy, nor self-conscious. It makes me frozen and immobilized in awe.
According to some generic reading I have done in the past years, I have 7 years left to live. The average schizophrenic will perish to suicide by mid-30s.