I fondly remember the first time I saw a motorcycle, the first time the memory of a machine on two wheels got etched into my mind. It was a moped and I was 2 years old, ergo, it seemed like a big machine that is capable of pulling an entire family. Utterly ignorant of its complexity, what stuck in my mind was that it was a useful addition. Fast-forwarding by several years, I remember being dropped at the school by my uncle or being taken out for ice cream. We as a family, never had a motorized vehicle as dad doesn't drive or ride so motorcycling became missing for the majority of my life. However, around high school, dad gifted me my first bicycle and with that, the range of my 'territory' increased! I remember the first time I crossed the Adyar bridge and went to Mylapore to have coffee without telling my parents. A mere distance of 5 kilometres which was previously unreachable became reachable with just a bit of courage and planning. Did your crush live a few kilometres away which you couldn't walk earlier? Now it became accessible over a bicycle ride and you could return home even without anyone realizing it! Going to the beach early in the morning to enjoy the sun rise without having to depend on a grown-up or sneaking away to spend time with your heartthrob wasn't just a dream anymore.
As when I learned to walk, my range and the freedom that came with it increased. As I learnt to cycle, the range and the freedom that came with it increased tenfold. And following suit, as I got my first motorcycle, the range increased further exponentially and so did the freedom that came with it. But to my pleasant surprise, the novelty of the freedom was never lost. Each iteration and envelope of freedom has shown me the boundaries as well.
I strongly believe that the reason for that is a curious animistic soul in us that urges us to explore. Our brain searches for problems if there is none. But if we keep it busy with a novel experience now and then, the mundane activities of everyday life becomes bearable with the anticipation trip that was planned. And if when there is no plan or target, we often lose focus and get lost in everyday activities. On the flip side, not having a plan is a possibility with infinite potential. However, that holds true only as long as you dare to take the leap.
Do try this, at your own risk! |
At the crossroad I am at right now, do I take the leap or wait in anticipation of the plan, is a question that I cannot answer. But like everyone else that has ever hit the rock bottom, to rise is the only way. I know what I yearn and in the discovery of understanding the why behind it, I could perhaps find answers to the questions that I might not have asked yet. With the sweet promise of that, I can't wait to get back on the road with my motorcycle thanking the gods for their kindness.
I live, therefore I shall ride. Ergo, rise.
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