The truth is that humans are nothing more than an experiential pile of shit; a constantly changing assortment of unexplainable sensations, unjustifiable impulses, and selfish whims. And, like so much trash-art, what gets created from it is something to be cherished, honored, and displayed.
It appears to be difficult for many under the age of perhaps 40 to comprehend that someone would actually prefer human interaction to the internet as a source of information.
I, myself, would consider it a red flag of the highest urgency were someone to ever tell me I was good at (yoga). That’s the moment I would know that I my life had gone off the rails for the sake of my ego.
Far too many of us believe that life is a logical construct, comprised of theories and data such as how many FB friends you have, how much you weigh, or your average net worth. In other words, life is only as good as you can justify with some commonly-accepted quantifiable value.
No matter how mysterious and magical we’ve come to believe life coaching is, all a life coach really does is to make a game out of coaxing as much joy out of another person as possible. When did life coaching become a profession rather than just the way we all treat each other?