This thought occasionally crosses my mind when I’m stretched out in an uncomfortable and challenging yoga pose. It lasts for about a second, until the absurdity dawns on me.
This weird, uncomfortable, and challenging stretch is the whole purpose of doing yoga. There’s no end goal in it, doing the thing itself is the end goal. I know there are people who advertise yoga as a great way to unwind, reduce anxiety, or even lose weight, but to me this misses the whole point.
Yoga is a bit like dancing. If you do it for the sake of anything else than dancing itself, you’re probably missing out on a lot of fun.