Summary

The author recounts a fulfilling day despite initial challenges, emphasizing the importance of routine, spirituality, physical activity, and personal reflection to maintain a positive state of being.

Abstract

The author describes a day in their life, detailing a morning routine that includes prayer, yoga, meditation, reading Nietzsche, cardio exercise, and green tea or coffee. They reflect on the benefits of these practices, such as spiritual grounding, physical wakefulness, mental clarity, and health improvements. The author also shares a moment of conflict with their father, which they later resolve with an apology, highlighting the importance of personal accountability and family harmony. The day's activities culminate in writing, which the author engages in as a form of productivity and self-expression, encouraging readers to overcome circumstantial and self-imposed obstacles to achieve a state of flow.

Opinions

Prayer is seen as a vital practice for spiritual maintenance and expressing gratitude.
Yoga is valued for its ability to awaken the body and prepare it for the day's challenges.
Meditation is highly regarded for its transformative effects on perspective and stress management.
The author questions the relationship between meditation and prayer, suggesting they might be distinct practices.
Reading Nietzsche's "Beyond Good and Evil" is considered a challenging yet mind-expanding activity.
Green tea is preferred for its health benefits, including weight loss, and is likened to an "elixir of life."
The author believes in the importance of apologizing and taking responsibility for one's actions, as demonstrated in the interaction with their father.
Writing is viewed as a productive and therapeutic activity that allows the author to shape their day and share their experiences.
The author advocates for resilience in the face of obstacles, whether they are external circumstances or personal missteps.

Yesterday Was Great

And I felt like writing about it.

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My schedule is a bit messed up nowadays. Sleeping doesn’t happen quickly so I would definitely label myself as a night owl. The earliest time I go to bed could be 11 or 12 PM. But, most days I end up sleeping at or around 4 AM. It sucks.

What’s a bit weirder is that I wake up several times throughout my sleep. So, yesterday, I woke up first at 10 AM then 12 AM and then 3 PM.

After wobbling around for a bit and checking my phone for nonsense, I started my routine.

Prayer is the lead. In order to maintain myself on a spiritual level, and conform to the beliefs that I’ve been taught, I must pray and present humbled gratitude for everything in my life.

Without a doubt, it’s an absolutely great way to kickstart your day. Help keeps me lighthearted and… generally leaves me charmed with some hidden light.

After that comes beautiful yoga.

It wakes me up very quickly, yoga and coffee!

But, I like to use yoga as a means to wake up my body. The way I think of it is that when you first wake up, the mind is the one getting up.

To rectify that, yoga helps me directly tell my body to arise from the ashes of laziness and comfort. To be placed and postured in ways that express readiness for all the toil and moil ahead.

From that, we spring to meditation.

The art of breathing, the strength from within.

Sometimes I feel language lacks a certain depth to explain things. But meditation took me out of the world and shifted my outlook before putting me back in.

Everything that seemed big is now small. Every situation stressful is now bread crumbs. Every person annoying is now an ignored person.

It doesn’t matter what it is. Meditation, and the ways you can go about breathing in intense situations, can help you keep the calm before, during, and after the storm.

Something I wondered about was the relationship between meditation and prayer. That would be another article of its own. A question for the comments, perhaps, could be:

Do you think meditation and praying are the same activity? Or are they completely different practices in and of themselves?

That was quite the segue. Anyways, following the beautiful quiet that comes from meditating arrives a reading of Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil.

A very difficult read. I have a hard time understanding the text and find myself looking up what his chapters mean. But, without a doubt, his take on everybody’s actions as a will to power is mind-blowing.

With the reading done, now I can jump on the treadmill and do music-infused cardio for thirty minutes.

A crucial part of my morning is green tea. And that’s assuming the yoga fully woke me up. If I still feel tired after yoga, then coffee it is.

Green tea, however, has a mountain of health benefits including weight loss. This is something that I have to drink. It’s literally the elixir of life.

I swear to you that when I drink green tea instead of coffee in the morning, I sweat like a mule pulling a cart under a desert’s sun. I sweat hard, I sweat long. Even after I finish the cardio, the sweat keeps coming from all the weight lifting.

On a day I drink coffee… regular sweat. Sweat that chills on the skin refusing to fall.

Workout done, feel great. Now cometh the time when I must walketh my dogeth Jelly!

I go and ask my mother to pass me her leash. She’s closer, but naturally, refuses. I then asked my father to move the table so I could get it. He repeatedly asks:

“Get what? What do you want to get?”

I gave an aggravated and disrespectful reply. My parents said some words then I just left.

After coming back, I apologized to my father for the way I spoke to him. It was weird. When it happened, it felt like I needed to talk to him in that way.

But while walking my dog, I kept ruminating on the situation and found it to be truly pathetic and unworthy of my time or my dad’s time. So I took responsibility and simply apologized, and now we’re in better standing than before the argument.

Taking it to the shower with different music from my workout one.

A workout is rap, hip-hop, metal, rock, hardcore… etc. A shower is a time for Lofi. Time for me to let out everything that’s been going on recently.

Shower is my therapist. Shower is my performance. Shower is my refreshment.

Shower is where I am reborn for the day.

Then after comes a relaxing sit down to watch something, and have a nice meal, I go into writing. Here I am, writing out about an ideal day that actually happened because I made it happen.

I frankly give up on occasion to write and do anything productive because I wake up late and feel like the day is already gone from my grasp.

But, yesterday, despite waking up at 3 PM I owned it. Went straight to it without thought.

What I want you to take away is this: don’t let your vibe be penetrated by circumstance or the self.

Me waking up late was a circumstantial impediment. And me causing a quarrel with my father was an action of the self.

Both those things were definite obstacles to my state of being; a state of flow.

And, without a doubt, getting over stuff is better than being stuck by them.