I like my rides like I like my coffee — cold, dark, and rich. Cold was the air. Dark was the sky. And rich were my thoughts.
Was very fixated on the childish behavior of people tonight.
When Siddhartha leaves the city, and when he meets up once again with Govinda, he refers to those he left behind as “the child people”.
The child people, in this case, were those who pursued money, lust, material things, power and position. The city was full of them.
Siddhartha, having succeeded in playing their game, and having done so better than most, walked away from the child people and the city empty handed and completely unfulfilled despite his perceived success there. He then willingly stepped into a life of nothing.
On my bike, alone with my thoughts in the dark, cold air, and drawn deep into my rhythm as my breath matched the strides of my legs in equal portion, and as I look around at the cars, the well-lit homes, and the scurrying of those about me, I realized I am surrounded by the child people. Notwithstanding, all of those child people on social media.
Born into this world, with no say in the ZIP Code in which I landed, I have seldom felt at home here. Little desire have I, for all the things which the child people pursue each day, and even less of an appetite do I have for the manner in which those things are pursued.
Perhaps this daily ride — this rolling meditation, is best way to escape from the ZIP Code in my head, even if I can’t leave the ZIP Code in which I live.
This is what I think about when I ride…
Bike: Bomer The Kreeps
16.8 mph avg
Tonight’s earworm: Yonder, by Donna The Buffalo
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