Breaking the Myth
Guru is a word I’ve always despised.
When I was younger I spent some time on a Buddhist monastery, trying to find desperately a guru. An enlighten being with all the answers to my many questions. A figured I imagined floating over the ground on a full-lotus position, while every moment of their existence was lived on a continuous blessed perfection of Nirvana.
Guess what?, I didn’t find them. What I found is that they where people like the rest of us. More training, better practice. But living with them every day, on a close space showed me they get mad, frustrated, cranky, and many times plain boring.
I realized there is not guru, there is not eternal genius on a perfect Instagram life. Only people appointed with enlightenment by others and sometimes themselves. And they didn’t even had to tweet it.
