It has been a full decade since my father made his passage from the earthly to the spirit world. As I sit on the beach in Krabi, Thailand, I reflect on the impact he had on my life. I don't feel sadness or loss, rather, I feel truly grateful I had the privilege to be his daughter.
My dad was the strongest and most inspirational person I ever met. He was a simple man who embodied the true essence of what it means 'to be one' with the self. He was an extremely intelligent and handsome man, yet expressed no ego. My father enjoyed spending quiet time with the family. His meditation was gazing at the stars, reading the classics, and taking walks in nature.
In yoga sutras, people learn about contentment in all that exists. The ups and downs. The agony and the ecstasy. You learn to accept and appreciate what we have and what we are, and to keep moving forward. When we cultivate contentment, we focus on chaos, pleasure, and everything in-between which happens around you, but not to you.
My dad embodied this idea of contentment innately. After turning 50 years old, he was diagnosed with ALS. Instead of reacting to this with anger, he found alternate ways to experience joy and pleasure. He woke up with a smile on his face every day. My father was an inspiration to all who crossed his path. He was truly a radiant light.
Today, I celebrate my father, who lives on in my heart and soul forever.