Bore.

No matter how hard I try to remove all suppressed memories of the past, I still bore myself. I hate my past for what I have become. I desperately want to undo my past for good. The peeling, layer by layer, like a banana, has taken a toll on me. Now I know why I am a badass person—it is because of the black heart of hatred, destroying every relationship I ever had, turning them into dust to ashes.

To release all old painful and suppressed memories is to let go of whatever I had before. The scent of emotion, of unattaching from everything in my past, is the best way to let go. The new me is serpenting out into a new skin as I walk like a new person. I do not want to go back to the past. I like this new borement I have for myself. Practicing the  sadhana provided by Isha foundation is the best gift I had given myself.

I am looking for more possibilities to do more for myself. I wonder what more I can do with this borement.