Reflecting on that I find myself wondering what it is that is so beautiful about the chaos, unpredictability and wonder in virgin nature? What had habitual programmed interpretation of "beauty", "profit" and "order" done to countless breathtaking nature spots? Why have we allowed ourselves to interfere, stripping those spots of chances of being adored and watched in awe the way they were intended to be.
Yoga believes that everything that exists in the macrocosm of the universe also exists in microcosm of the human being. How then do we do the same to our internal "nature spots"? We interfere. We consistently try to manipulate others passively or aggressively (or both) in an attempt to fit them into a standard we have decided to set. This standard that is so disoriented as it originates from years of emotional baggage, false understanding and plain moments of shut heart. We then cause ourselves to suffer as we experience feelings of disappointment and frustration as it is rare that anyone will always fit that standard.
We also apply those ridiculous standards on ourselves. We constantly interfere with ourselves, consistently trying to veil who we are in an attempt to create an image that might better be accepted by ourselves and others.
What would happen if we just observed ourselves in all our glory, all our beauty, all our chaos and mistakes? What if we considered for just a moment that we are an embodiment of perfection? What if we stopped interfering for a little while and stopped to admire the beauty of a never touched forest, of a quirky and strange human being, of the version of ourselves only seen by us?