Those who bow their heads and accept they are a piece of the big machine, those are the perfectly integrated, the normal one, the ones who dream of being part of the Partridge family.
The lost souls are those who don’t conform, who feel like outsiders because they don’t agree with the “normal” way of doing things. They are the proudly different, the not-normal ones. If traditional Yoga teaches you to conform and bear the most difficult situation, our school stands by the outsiders and by those who say “no more of this shit” and try to make this world a better place.
We stand by those who flip the bird and shout “You’re never going to get me!”. By those who refuse to conform and are losers/lost to the eyes of society. Those who grin and bear it, those who bow their heads and accept they are a piece of the big machine, those are the perfectly integrated, the normal one, the ones who dream of being part of the Partridge family and spend their lives with a fake smile tattooed on their faces but in fact are the ones who barely survive and complain all the time. With so much decay, I sometimes feel lost and disheartened. But then there are times that are just perfect where I am surrounded by bright, lively people who are still able to feel and show enthusiasm. If there’s a goal to nurture Hari-Om at 360° aside from personal pleasure, it’s the fact that we’re nurturing a place in which the lost souls won’t feel alone anymore and can grow thanks to the proximity of similar beings.