I jumped into the deep end and got my hair wet. Life has never been the same.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
On my bike...
..there is nowhere I can’t go, nothing I can’t do. The world is my playground. I own whatever road upon which I happen to be travelling.
On my bike...
Every pit stop I make is the quaintest location I’ve ever visited and every cup of coffee is the best I’ve ever enjoyed. The sky is more beautiful. The air feels cleaner. The beauty of my surroundings rivals the world’s greatest landmarks. I am right where I am supposed to be at that moment.
On my bike... I am alone with my thoughts. Or I have none at all. There are no mortgage payments, car payments, bills, appointments, obligations or worries. On my bike I don’t have Lupus; I’ve never had a heart attack; there is no pain; no fear of dying young; I am completely well. On my bike I’ve never suffered trauma or abuse. I am strong. I have never said anything stupid and there is nothing for which I need to feel embarrassment. On my bike there is peace and harmony. There is no conflict, no differences of opinion, no diplomacy is required. On my bike there is no depression, sadness, tears or regret. On my bike there is joy, freedom, inspiration, creativity and love. On my bike anything becomes possible as I embody infinite potential. On my bike I am in control of my destiny; I am supreme; my word is final. On my bike my life is absolutely perfect and I exist solely in that moment. I am one with myself on my bike.
And during the stark, crushing reality which exists in between, through the pain, sorrow, regret and despair; in my mundane existence I daydream, scheme and plan how I can make my next escape.... on my bike.