In keeping with years of rote tradition, middle-aged former accountant Ollivyr Henri Motiss avoided long-pent-up feelings of aggression and self-doubt, losing himself in the gossamer embrace of self-pity and forgetting the joy of selfless contentment. Comforting himself in the dregs of wine bottles and between the legs of any woman but his fourth and least-favorite wife, a disagreeable girl in her late twenties named Lacey, Mr. Motiss was seen this week binge-eating free nacho and salsa at his favorite local bar and complaining to anyone within earshot about his so-called life problems.
Reports indicate that Ollivyr had the option of throwing off the mantle of self-oppression and freeing his mind of torment after falling down on the way home from a party and hitting his head on a stone way-marker. Thrown by the impact into a trance-like state of pure and transcendental knowledge which granted him the capacity to face his demons and to conquer them through just the slightest bit of loving effort, Mr. Motiss failed to act, mostly because for the first time in his adult life he was experiencing the full mass of the sorrow and woe he has been carrying around with him since his first wife cheated on him with a coworker. Such was the weight of his emotions that he was simply not mentally equipped to handle them; as a defense mechanism, his psyche buried the hidden feelings ever more deeply and calcified his soul even more extensively than before.
Initiating a number of relatively small and insignificant crises, Ollivyr managed to keep his mind off of the true source of his pain for nearly two whole years, until the winter of 2010, when heavy snows trapped him inside his home, forcing him to have a nice quiet sit and to think about why he felt miserable being alone at home with few distractions and no booze. Dusting off an old yoga DVD, Mr. Motiss began to practice this ancient martial art, finding in its unusual poses and difficult movements the key to unlocking his deep and pent-up anger, soothing it and jettisoning it completely on the eve of his forty-fifth birthday. While shaving before a meeting with his aging mother, Ollivyr looked at himself in the mirror for the first time in a fortnight and smiled, realizing that yoga had helped him to clear his life of sorrow and torment.
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