Yesterday was a special day for me. And since it was so special, I want to share it with as much people as possible. Hence, me writing this in English. I know some of you non-Dutch speakers are really happy right now, since you have been begging me to translate my blog. Well, I’m not gonna do that, but I trust this will be a good second best for you for now. I might change into English in the very near future…
Yesterday marked the day that I became totally aware of my life purpose. Yes, this may sound quite dramatically, but I can’t help it. It’s true. It’s there. So by writing and publishing this, I am going to swing it into the universe so it can grow and help me determine clear future goals that resonate with it. But let me start at the beginning.
The beginning of this week, to be more precize. I’m at Rishikesh, a place up north in India, also known as yoga capital of the world and the place where the Beatles spent a couple of months writing many songs and chilling (the latter being my own good guess, considering the scenery). A place well hidden between mountains and with the mighty Ganges flowing through its centre. A very clean part of the Ganges, especially if you compare it to Varanasi. A clear, running stream of holy water in which many people, including tourists, bath without any fear for bacteria of any kind or physical dead bodies floating around (fingers crossed). A place full of yogis and people who are searching for something, being peace, their soul or spirituality (or a combination of those three, with or without them knowing it). It is probably the cleanest place I visited in India so far, including cleaning trucks riding around several times a day. Add the many organic restaurants, ban on meat and emptiness of the streets after 10 p.m. and you will probably have quite a good idea on why people spend a lot of time here. I am one of those people.
Ok, I have to be honest: I did not anticipate on spending so much time here. But apparently the universe thought it was time for me to slow down. So the morning of my flight from Varanasi to Rishikesh I woke up sick. Feverish. My entire body felt torn down and all my muscles hurt like hell. I quickly thought of cancelling my flight and staying in Varanasi, but the temperature in Varanasi had rosen to a solid 42 degrees Celsius for a couple of days in a row so I could not imagine that being in any way supportive to my recovery. Besides, and probably more important and decisive at that point in time: I was stubborn and wanted to leave Varanasi to go Rishikesh, a place I hoped was cooler and less crowded than Varanasi. Varanasi was special and intriguing but also very ‘in my face’ and extremely crowded, so I needed time to reboot, both physically and mentally. So stubborn as I can be, I went to the airport to catch my flight. There, I almost collapsed. My fever was getting worse and the airconditioning in the airport had an adverse effect. Luckily, I got something against the fever from some very friendly Indigo employees (you rock – thanks!) and survived the journey, also because of the good care I got from a girl I met a couple of weeks ago in an ashram I stayed and I ran into at Delhi airport again (Tamara – much <3! ). Life has a beautiful way of unfolding itself and giving you what you need at that moment. For me, it was getting my ass to Rishikesh and some portion of care on the side. Mission completed.
So here I am. For more than a week already. Luckily, the fever was gone after one day. It was replaced however by a stubborn “Indian belly”. So recovery, including rest and healthy food, is on the menu for me at the moment. The guest house I am staying at has cable tv with many movie channels (#winning) so there is enough to entertain myself with when my body feels weak. However, that doesn’t mean I have been completely quiet for an entire week. My days have been filled with yoga and meditation and I have been feeling tremendous amounts of energy flowing through my body. Some of which were familiar to me, others were new. Very powerful, alive and awake.
And then yesterday morning happened. Perhaps triggered by all the energy of the last two weeks and moments of rest and recovery, perhaps by the massage the evening before, or perhaps by the book I’m currently reading (‘The monk who sold his ferrari’ by Robin Sharma – thank you Rana for the tip!). Nevertheless, that morning, while having a mindful breakfast after a hatha yoga class, it suddenly hit me: the purpose of my life is to share experiences and knowledge! BAM. It struck me right in the face. It was so obvious. Of course. How could I have been so blind? Everything fell into place. All the ideas I had over the last year all had this in common. It is the moving force in my life. I experience and I want to share. I learn and I want to share. I want to share because I care. Because I want to help and support people with my knowledge, insights and stories. We can all use a guiding hand every now and then. A listening and understanding ear. A supportive story to let us know that we are not the only one struggling with something. Struggling with ourselves. A chearleader on the side who chears for your successes, small or big. And yes, I feel this is what I can give to this world and to each of you individually. As a gift, for all of you who need it.
So yes, that’s why I am sharing this – and other – stories with you. But there are other motives underlying this specific story too. For me, it also shows that a little bit of rest never killed anybody. It is sometimes even necessary to clear the path, for example to clear the mind for new insights. And if you don’t do it, your body will give you enough signals and pressure to take that rest. Listen to it. Your body is your best counselor, trust me.
Besides, by sharing this success, I hope to inspire you to share yours too. I believe it is very important to share success too, especially in the Netherlands where we have a culture of ‘doe maar gewoon, dan doe je al gek genoeg’ (roughly translated: act normal, that is already crazy enough). Many of us are conditioned to pay more attention to the things that are not going right in their lifes instead of all the things that are working for us in our lifes. So by sharing this success I hope to inspire many of you to put yourself and your successes more in the spotlight. Because this is where you belong.
Another thing that I realised while thinking back to what happened, is that there are always people that will take care of you, even if you don’t expect it. All you have to do is be honest about how you feel and just ask. You’ll be surprised. There is so much love in this world. We only have to open our eyes to see it and accept it.
But probably the most important reason for sharing this is that I hope to inspire you to find your life purpose. Because when you find it, everything will finally make sense. It will enable you to build further on that by setting goals that resonate with your life purpose. So you can live your life to the max.
So next thing on my list: setting specific goals. More on that in the future. For now: have an amazing day. Spread the love, spread the power and be yourself. Because you’re worth it.