The Faux Pas Press #100
Joy and Sorrow
By Jason Fresh
I experience both the joy and sorrow. (I can't believe these words are still with me. "I feel so much joy," the zealot declares.) I feel joy. I feel sorrow. I feel fucking angry that I have to articulate feelings with words. What good are words? They are useful but shit. I am a prisoner to words. Maybe if I were cool like Norman Mailer or Hunter S. Thompson I could use them better and people would respond and make movies like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I could then experience the joy of fame and the sorrow of fame in the same damn stroke. It is easier said than done - trying to remain still in both. "Don't be affected by your joy. Don't be affected by your sorrow." (I remember a Chinese teacher of mine telling me shit like this.) How in the hell do I live like that? Sounds cool but shit. Anyway, the reason I mention these over-arching concepts is because I have now commited myself to this ideal; the idea is that I can practice yoga everyday for 365 days of the year. This will be a challenge - just showing up to the studio will be a challenge. It is a challenge just to go 24 hours with a concerted purpose in mind. I'm going to keep a constant frequency for the whole year? I made the choice today after practicing at the Bikram Studio (Bikram, you genius!) I will be starting a new blog soon - maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just keep updates on my daily entries. Have not decided on the name. I'm documenting the whole experience. Hell yeah! (I think this posting sucks. Sometimes we suck. Sometimes we don't.) Joy. Sorrow.
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