Now, what to write about in the world. Some people have the knack to write down things and you can hear their voice(s) stating what they write. Their writing matches their flow of thought, and their dynamic essence of speech.
Me? You get poor grammar, spelling, and incomplete thoughts (ohhhh... Spell checker...Nice.. shiny)
What is going on in this bend of reality? The attempt to make life...life again. Remember the exhilaration of riding your bike down the street, and feeling the wind blowing by, the sound of the tires on the street, and even the bugs in your face. How is it that when you get older, all you see are the hazard and drawbacks around it? You chant the mantra of peril at your kids, knowing that is would be what you see know, while riding on the street.
- Wear your helmet.
- Look out for the dog.
- Not so fast.
- Oh, there's sand in the road.
- Look out for the dummies
- Keep your hands on the handles
- Look where you are going not where you have been.
How do you reclaim that innocence? How is riding that bike fun again? Can the sheer joy of riding that bike be recaptured, and experienced all over again? Will it still be the same? Will it be a let down? Or will it just be what the doctor ordered?
Me? I guess I've figuring on how to get on that bike (blast these new fancy-pants hybrid mountain bikes...)
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