”There are two pains in life: the pain of discipline and the pain of regret. We each choose which of the two we will suffer”
As I sit and contemplate on the list of things I dream of doing, which reads as,
1. Write a book on this journey I’ve been on for the past 4 years
2. Work with ALANON (Alcoholics Anonymous) and do Inner Child work with them
3. Start my newsletter
4. Work on my new website and interview some of the amazing people I have known on this journey from various streams of life
5. Learn how to produce vibrations on a string on the violin
6. Go to Kashmir to write my first screenplay
…I see that there is only one gap between me and my dreams – self-discipline. I was talking to a friend of mine who is a yoga teacher in my city telling her how much I admired her discipline. She responded back to my surprise saying that it was never about self-discipline that made her wake up at 5 am to take a 6 am class across the city. It is really about motivation. That you care enough about your ‘baby’ to do anything for it. She reminded me of how often she would have problems reaching her office for a day job before she quit to pursue Yoga full time. It made sense then that it is not a matter of discipline, but a matter of caring. Do you care enough? And if not, then there is probably something missing. Maybe your reasons for doing it are just not something from the heart.
I was still in a contemplative mood about this when someone posted a link to this article on Facebook. It connected this dot so perfectly – what is it that I am really afraid of? Ah…pain!
Each day there is a pain – either one that comes from discipline or one connected to not being where you know you must be. I am deeply grateful, that the latter has been widening exponentially for me in the past one year.
And this article is definitely one I want to bookmark to remind me of what this pain is here for…
One of the things that Rod talks about that touched my core is the story of how he went deep into his own pain as he avoided meditating everyday. It was similar to ‘my pain’; When I started my meditation practice 4 years ago, I despised it. I hated to look within and was pretty sure that it would be a waste of my time. However, I started seeing things clearly thanks to this practice, something I was assured by many who were regulars. And that kept me going back to it consistently. Over the years I’ve figured that the pain of meditating is nothing compared to the pain of not meditating.
As I connect more deeply to my current life story, I realize how much I also need to connect to the joy of doing something vs. the pain of not doing it. For example, I love it when I am writing. Like right now as I type this article out hurriedly in between various tasks while sitting in my office, I love the fact that there might be a mirror of mine sitting in some office reading it and probably finding motivation in this shared joy. And that is really how I got myself to get out of my shell and take the first step – I sought out someone who could help me crystallize the steps for manifesting one of my dreams.
I met my first “lifeline” yesterday (my substitute for “deadline” because this is something I am doing for the life in me) and I am eager to meet more now. And as I do so, I hope you sit down with your pain and joy, hand in hand, to lead you to your own life purpose.