It would seem to me that the younger generation is burdened with a great deal of overly negative press which. We are not all raging binge-drinkers partying until early morning, unconcerned with how our future will turn out.
However, perhaps I am talking for the minority here. I don’t drink, don’t smoke and physically can’t swear. Not many people know teenagers like this, myself included. Then again, not many teenagers were practising yoga in their bedroom from the age of 13. Indeed, while everyone else was downing shots, I was concerned with getting down into my downward dog.
I came to yoga at a time of considerable weakness, when I felt lost and out of control. Though allowances are made for emotional torment and friendship struggles through the teenage years, there is little spiritual guidance provided at the time when I believe it is most needed. In directing my focus to my yoga practice at this time of my life, I found a distraction from any negativity, a companion in times of solitude and space when everything closed in around me. My practice guided me through my academic career; through the months spent studying. I would cherish the opportunity to dive into king pigeon, breathing into my tight hip flexors caused by the hours of sitting stationary at a desk. In moments of fear, too – during that university interview or that French speaking exam – I could inhale and expand my chest with breath, filling myself with the confidence and love needed to see me safely through.
So now, as I make plans to train as a yoga teacher in the New Year, I come to realise that yoga has become an innate part of me, and I wouldn’t want to live my life without its teachings and philosophies.