How do you choose to die

When I look back at life I feel I’ve lived many lives. Something that I’ve had to learn to keep pushing with everyday is become in love with death in sorts.
It’s the only thing that opens the door for change in its truest rawest form.

The death of self. Honestly is the most beautiful thing there is, not because of any social affects of it but because the furthered depths of self understanding that is obtained from it. The teachings of how to balance your life to thrive are things that can only occur if you choose to take the leap of faith.

Whatever that looks like is different for every body.

In my life I could only ever choose to walk through the door of self determination and the unknown at my complete lowest moments. With how I came to fall back in love with life throughout my life, I also became detached.

I feel like this practice has become an everyday aspect to my experience. I do my best and detach (without the physical destruction of course).

I see detachment as one of the first gateways into accepting death and the change that pursues it. It comes with a new perspective, lets the creation exist as another part of the world, appreciated and seen for what it is and nothing else. The effect that both you and it had in the development of one another is seen and experienced to the fullest and new space can be brought in removed from each other.

The videos I make develop myself and understanding for the craft each bit more, the video offers its own experience to be consumed or not. My fitness routines/programs, made for periods of time to be experienced and expressed and then separated from each other, the effect has been made. Their is no other choice but to die.

Unless I take the helm for how death occurs it will eat me from the inside out and express itself in other ways. To die is to create, to die is to express yourself.

“Another breath, another moment of simply being here. And how can I bring a fresh eye to what seems the same…the practice is the same, but I’m not the same. Each breath is new, each thought arises and dissolves differently. Each moment is unrepeatable.“