Yogis are aware.


Yogis practice conscious breath.

Yeah, I breathe. I even ujjayi breathe. Take that.

Yogis practice non-judgment.

Okay, I DO try and practice this, but I’m so bad at it I don’t even want to try sometimes.

Yogis are spiritual.

Hey, I checked the box, “spiritual but not religious”. That totally describes me in one sentence.

Yogis never get angry.

(S)he’s such an ass. Deep breath, deep breath, I’m going to f*ing kill you, deep breath, deep breath..

Yogis see the glass as half full all the time.

Even when it is empty.

Yogis are patient.


Yogis emanate LOVE out of their pores.

Especially when your lover cheats on you. That’s the true test, right?



Who is a REAL yogi?


But you know what?

True yogic knowledge encourages you to face your shortcomings, live with integrity, take responsibility, but above all, realize that you are human too. Wounds attract wounds, scars are a plenty. That’s the beauty of being human. If we can only remind ourselves that suffering and pain is universal, that the person you just hurt or who just hurt you bleed the same, we can begin to tap into our well of tenderness to close the gap between our Self and the Other.
