When the Fire Fades

Ever noticed the over-bubbling of ideas in people fresh out of a workshop? Everything is possible. The world is their playground. Human beings now exist solely to guide them along their path. Suddenly, even grumpy Mr. Ross at the corner seem to smile at them, the sun shines brighter, the 0 in their bank account is an open invite to the universe, and yeah, they probably lost some weight too.

What happens to the magic once the afterglow fades? Reality quickly sucks one back in, and the totally doable idea gets shot further and further out into the cosmos until only a mirage remains. Perhaps it pokes you in the side after a meditation or shakes you up when you dream at night. Certainly the bittersweet taste of an unlived life remains.

How did I ever think I could start a coaching business, I can’t even coach my cat to pee in the box. Become a private yoga teacher, yeah right, I barely threaten myself to do 10 minutes in the morning. A spiritual teacher who drinks wine every week, enjoys multiple partners, and prefers to wear miniskirts and heels would be stoned to death with hate-mail after the first public appearance. And further and further away they go. Ideas, dreams, and visions slip away as preset boundaries close us into our safeguarded comfort zone: a zone of uncomfortable comfort where stagnation rules and disbelief of self reigns supreme.

Are these visions kept safe in a dimension of forgotten futures? Do they wait for us until we’re ready, or forever dissolve?