The Joy of Movement.
The early stages of depression, loneliness kick in as I wake up alone.
Why am I doing this? I question myself. What for?
There is a hollowness within me. I gather my things. Pack my bags.
I say goodbye to my temporary friends.
I briefly survey my route and check over my bike. I swing my leg over. Excitement rising.
I kick it over and the bike erupts into life. I twist the throttle. The wind blows on my face.
I’m off again. Past feelings melted away. I ride off full of excitement. What does this day hold? Where will I stay? Who will I meet? The clouds and mountains drift by. I see a bird flying over head. The clouds.
I am full of the joy of life. I am alive.
I met some great people. We share stories and laugh.
The next day I wake up, the early stages of loneliness kick in. I gather my things. I pack my bags. I say goodbye to my temporary friends. I question myself.
The lack of meaningful conversation with friends, meaningful human interaction takes its toll a little. Your conversation is repeated day in day out.
This is only off set by motion.
Being on the move excites me. The next challenge. These are your milestones, your sense of achievement. Without a sense of achievement there is little to motivate me. Sure there are beautiful things to see and do and I do these too, but there is little in this for me.
Adventure lies out there on the road.
The road is calling me.