Cycling is like life. Cycling with no goal is meaningless. What meaning is there cycling in circles? Or living aimlessly? Meaning comes from direction and destination. Join me in my life's journey on a mountain bike :)

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Sunday, July 15, 2012

Twilight time

Woodlands, 51 km. To ride or not to ride? There are reasons for and against. Since I didn't run this week, I might as well rest my legs from cycling too. In the end, I mount my bicycle. My heart is still heavy. After 1,000 km cycling overseas, I thought I'd figured out why the loss happened and what it means. Then, I realise the loss arose more from an error a question of judgement than anything else. But so what? What's happened, has happened.

Back to the present: a dog chases me. I see a wild boar, which bolts when i ride past. And drivers who stop their cars at blind corners. The air is cool. Wind roars in my ears. My bicycle slices through the dusk, silent apart from the occasional clink. The gears shift like they should, the machine surges forward as I pedal with power and form. For a while, all is right in my world.


Carrie said...

Keeping on the road while encountering unexpected obstacles. Great metaphor for life.

Horseman said...

To take the metaphor further, there are many roads in life. Obstacles are one thing, destinations are another. Do we know where's the road headed? Do we really want to go there?

We can't choose the starting point, like where we're born, who we're born to, or why we're born. But choosing the destination(s), how we get there, and the journey itself, is another matter?

Carrie said...

This song cheers me up always, even in the uncertainty... Life is a highway, I'm going to ride it.

Horseman said...

thanks for sharing :)