When Your Paradigm Shatters…

When Your Paradigm Shatters…

paradigm shift : a fundamental change from one way of thinking to another, a revolution, a transformation, a sort of metamorphosis

In the last couple of years, my life went through dramatic changes and I experienced my paradigm shattering. It was an uncomfortable, yet welcoming feeling… a feeling I have been unknowingly desiring for a long time.

Sometimes we know exactly what we want and what we need to do, but the majority of the time, we don’t, simply because we haven’t found the right path. Our minds are our primary obstacle, typically clouded by fear, while our beliefs are limited by preconceived notions from our socially conditioned nature. Thus, clarity seems hopelessly unreachable.

However, not all is lost, as long as we open our arms to change.

The path to clarity is normally gradual and happens organically, but all of those accumulated insights and inconsistencies we experience during that great odyssey will slowly unravel, and soon you will realize that your life needs a new explanation. That is when you find clarity… when you have your “epiphany”… when your paradigm starts to shatter. The world as you knew it is suddenly gone, and you see the everything as if it were for the first time.

In the past couple of years, I found my thoughts evolving, my perspectives broadening and my priorities changing. I craved for it, yet resisted at first because I was not ready to let go of my routine. As life transpired, I began to feel lost… yet found because I was discovering a magical thing called spirituality, and most importantly, I was unraveling a new way of life. When my paradigm shifted, it felt like it happened suddenly, but no, it was the sum of my experiences in the last couple years of my life, and little did I know, it was already gently pulling me towards another direction in life.

Time passes by swiftly like the wind and life happens, sometimes beyond our control, but we should all be grateful to have this incredible opportunity to be able to co-create our own experiences simply by allowing our consciousness to transform and transcend. Unfortunately not everyone realizes they have this power. If only we start to open our eyes…

To be continued…


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    Take a Risk, Live a Meaningful Life

    Take a Risk, Live a Meaningful Life

    Let’s say…

    You don’t ride a bicycle because you are scared of traffic.
    It’s too dangerous, you tell yourself.
    Everyone reminds you the same thing… and you listen to them.

    So like the millions of unfortunate people who never take risks,
    you sit in a metal box for an hour a day commuting to and from work,
    where you may end up sitting for 8 hours in front your computer,
    AND I bet your diet isn’t something to be talked about either.

    You find your health declining.
    You are afraid to step on the scale.
    Your confidence is slowly melting away.
    You are unhappy with yourself.
    You are unhappy with your life.

    All because you were too scared to take a risk.

    Cycling is not the only answer but it is an example of how one little change can make a significant impact in your life. Our minds are programmed for instant gratification— we rarely consider long-term benefits, instead, settling into the norm because it’s comfortable.

    But guess what? Change and discomfort are the two ingredients that are going to take you to make your life more meaningful and exciting.

    The first thing you have to do is will yourself to take a risk.

    It’s not going to be easy because it’s not supposed to be easy, otherwise everyone will be doing it. If it was easy, everyone will be living happy, rich and fulfilled lives— which is untrue because the majority of the population are living mediocre lives, and doing the same thing every day.

    Although, I am very aware that a lot of people are happy in that particular moment in their lives, and there is nothing wrong with that. Happiness is subjective and the definition is different for everyone. It changes as you journey through life, and changes as your perspective change. Change is healthy. It’s called growing.

    The past 8 years, I always thought I had the perfect life: a good, and well-paying career that had me excited to wake up every morning to go to work (while everyone around me was complaining they “didn’t want to go to work tomorrow”), hobbies that kept my life exciting and also which benefitted my health, amazing friends, a good boyfriend… but as life ebbed and flowed, I realized that my worldview was slowly changing. I woke up one day and realized what a big world we live in and how much I have not experience. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my life and was extremely happy, but I was greedy for more than what I had. I was hungry for a revolution.

    When that time comes, you must surrender to your will and embrace that call for change. If you hold back and refuse to take risks, you will continue to dig yourself deeper, in a hole of dissatisfaction. So after all these years of living in a wonderful state of mind, I had an epiphany one day as I was riding my bike to work— that moment of clarity made me realize I was finally ready to break out of my routine. Life was getting a little too comfortable, and I decided that I want to live an interesting life. Luckily my revolution has begun.

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      Reminisce: Last Year’s January Rides

      Reminisce: Last Year’s January Rides

      This winter has not been very bright and cycling-friendly in Vancouver. Last year at this time, I remember countless freezing sub-zero (yet dry!) rides with my friends. Early morning 6am spins before the sun would even rise over the winter skies, and then happily spinning to the office where my sweatless-self will jump into a cold shower— not doing much to warm up my frozen fingers, but doing lots of good for the soul.

      Because of the weather, I have to admit I’ve been lazy the last couple months. My last ride longer than a one way commute was in November, and I have had zero motivation to peel myself out of bed early in the morning for a training ride in the pouring rain that’s been drenching the city. But I am still shamelessly happy to say that I am still more active than the majority of the population— I’ve been riding my bike to work every day, rain or shine, thanks to the hideous fenders I got installed on my beautiful race bike!  I really have no excuse to join the ranks of those fair-weather riders.

      My fitness is still up, legs are strong and my heart is very, very happy. I think everyone needs to try it! This was also the perfect time to force myself back to the gym to lift weights daily, so I don’t have to feel guilty once I start spending all my free time on my bike again.

      Here are some shots I took during my cycling adventures last January. It is such a huge contrast to this year, no thanks to El Niño. Looking at these makes me really motivated to ride again!

      Vancouver Sunrise over the Lionsgate Bridge

      Our award for peeling ourselves out of the warm covers of our blankets, and immersing ourselves into sub-zero temperatures. You can never get enough of sunrises like this.

      Vancouver Sunrise

      I can’t remember how many of them I caught, but we all know how invigorating and amazing it feels to be out exercising at this hour, while the rest of the city was just waking up.

      Vancouver | Jericho Beach

      I’d be out along with my people— the early morning fitness enthusiasts, simply wanting to start our day right.

      Vancouver | Jericho Beach

      Sometimes the skies would be gloomy, but all that mattered was that we were out there, moving our bodies and being grateful for the beautiful surroundings.

      Vancouver | Lions Gate Bridge

      Up mountains, through tunnels and over bridges we go…

      Vancouver Coal Harbour Sunset

      Some evenings, I would get off work early enough, just in time to see the sun set over the city.

      Vancouver Coal Harbour Sea Wall

      And to extend my commute by riding a few laps around Stanley Park, until the dark, crisp night sky enveloped me.

      Vancouver | Lions Gate Bridge

      Sometimes I’d head over the bridge and take shitty photos of the Vancouver skyline at night.

      The evening commutes over the viaduct into the heart of Vancouver would be clear and dry... a sight I haven't seen this winter!

      The evening commutes over the viaduct into the heart of Vancouver would be clear and dry… a sight I haven’t seen this winter!

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