Every night, I go out of my room to drink water and I wonder if there’s someone sitting in the chair in the middle of the dark living room.
Tonight, I was sitting there in the darkness, lost in thought and it occured to me if maybe someone would come out to drink water instead.
I don’t really want to write now. But I feel like I should.
I want to write about the night ride I just went on, on my motorcycle… About how riding late at night is pretty much meditation in itself.
They say the key to being happy is to live in the moment and well, if you’ve ever ridden a bike at night, weaving through the truck traffic and whatnot, you’ll know what that feels like.
It’s always a good time to ride, late at night. The air’s cooler, your engine heats up less and your mind is more than willing to race out, after being forced to ricochet within the confines of your daily commitments and worries.
Of course, that explains how it’d be a stress buster but some of you non riders might ask me how it lets you live in the moment. Well, if you don’t live in the moment when you ride, you die. As simple as that.
Imagine monsterous machines weighing several tons speeding inches from you at night time. Imagine jay walkers and stray dogs running into the middle of the road when you’re shooting out of the cluster of the previously mentioned giants. Imagine oil or water or sand spills when you’re entering a turn at considerable speed. Yep, either you focus on the moment or you kiss your ass goodbye.
All that scary stuff aside, well…..nope that scary stuff is what makes it really worthwhile. Perhaps I should say “adding to all that”, imagine finally having corners all to yourself. Be it a clover shaped flyover or just a long bend, being able to lean in all the way down, with your wrist playing traction control has got to be the time when a man truly feels excited about getting down on one knee.
All of this becomes even cooler when a random, fellow rider picks a friendly race with you for a while, (yeah, it’s only cool..ish to do this when you’ve got your gear on and when it’s an empty, open road) and then you flash him a thumbs up and get back to your ride. After all, riding is all about mutual respect and that always feels good at the end of the day.
Then you exit the high speed roads and get back into those smaller roads with tighter corners. Here, the same water and sand you dreaded out on the highway become blessings from the heavens because you get to drift. Oh sweet joy, you get to drift!
I know it feels amazing to drift in a car but drifting on a motorbike is another experience entirely.
Lean in a little. Check.
Extend your leg next to the fork if you have to. Check.
Wring that throttle. Check.
Get that rear out and drift through that corner. Hell yeah, check!
Oh yes, powersliding out of highspeed corners deserves a special mention here as well.
Finally when you’ve had you fill and have completely forgotten all that ailed you before, you return home like a satisfied beast after an all-you-can-eat feast. Now, every issue that overwhelmed you before becomes as easy as getting past a herd of trucks and you get to it with a renewed sense of willingness and serenity.
Why? ’cause now you truly live in the moment.
Now that I have your attention..
We’ve all seen/done the ice bucket challenge and the rice bucket challenge. But I want to put forth a new challenge called
“Nice Bucket Challenge”.
The idea is to add to your bucket list and to do nice things in general. Start small. One good deed a day. One big favour a week. If you can manage it, one act of charity a month.
This is to spread awareness about the importance of compassion.
Here’s the catch though. You don’t tell anyone about what you did.
Just do it and keep it to yourself.
Now share this along and make the world a better place to be in. Go ahead, every little bit helps and even the smallest act of kindness can make a huge difference to someone.
He sat on his bed, legs hanging out, a toe on each foot touching the floor. He watched the dust particles float in the beams of the midday sun pouring into his room through the gaps between the curtains. He looked to his left and saw his shades. He picked them up and got up to leave but plopped back into bed, with his pillow filling the space on either side of his head.
He stared up at the ceiling and then closed his eyes and breathed out.
“Hey, singer!”, she had teased, the previous afternoon.
“Hey, song.”, he had smiled back. ‘That was good’, he had thought to himself and she had smiled with a raised eyebrow, in agreement.
He opened his eyes and his pupils shrunk in response to the light in his room. He had to see her again.
He opened his eyes for real this time and fought back, against the darkness that was engulfing him. From above his face, a doctor shone a torchlight into his eyes and his pupils shrunk again. He wasn’t going anywhere, any time soon.
The motorcycle tester was back on the track a week later and when he returned to the garage after a test run, he parked the bike, took off his helmet and kissed it. He then looked over to her. She smiled so bravely for him but he was not blind, just a little bald for now. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead.
“Hey again, song.”, he smiled.
“Hey yourself, singer.”, she blushed.
Just finished school/college? You have some time on your hands? Even if it’s just a long weekend, it’s a chance to be free!
Utilizing that time is not what is important, it’s how you utilize it. Sure, you’ll have to get ahead academically and take a few little courses here and there before you join college or your job but make sure you spend enough and more of your time with the right company, doing fun and harmless things.
We go through so much stress and drama in our lives every single day. Even the ones with the boring lives. Or rather, especially the ones with monotonous lives. Drag your friends out for a little trip and keep it interesting all the way! We all need breaks every now and then so take them when you can!
You might have heard happy people say “it’s not work if you enjoy it” but not all of us can or get to do that so it’s okay for us to take some time to actually do things we might enjoy once in a while. Yes, some of us have to work hard just to survive and get by. But if you’re reading this, chances are, you’re not one of those unfortunate souls stuck in war zones, who really have no choice but to think about true survival everyday. So stop worrying so much and actually learn to take a break when you’re blessed enough to have the opportunity to take one.
Work hard. Dedicate yourself to what you do and give your best. But when you’re not working, give it your all to relaxing as well. But don’t over indulge in either. It’s all about balance. Relaxation is not about taking a day off just to sleep when an old friend is back in town. If you’re really that exhausted, sure, catch up on your sleep. Just don’t blow off chances to have fun with people who actually want to have fun with you! Those are rare!
Sometimes, despite our busy schedules, we may find ourselves doing things that seem to give us a pattern that tells us when we can simply take off with a friend and roam around the city or take a short trip at given moments. If you find yourself in such a pattern, pick a friend or a bunch of friends for company and go to places and actually do fun things! Destressing is one of the most important things in life.
If you have a car or a motorcycle, take it for a spin around the place! There’s no better joy than travelling with the right company. That is medicine. It makes you see new colours better than acid, makes you feel higher than your stoner friend sitting there rolling his next joint, just chillin out.
Taking a break to relax means you do things to take your mind off your daily life and you actually commit to it. After all, you owe yourself that much. That’s what you work so hard for. Even when you’ve been slacking off, take a break from slacking off and do something productive for a day. You’ll feel your guilt and laziness weakening and you won’t feel the pressing need to not-do-things-and-feel-bad-about-it-but-slack-off-anyway. Just clear your head when you must and keep moving forward. It’s as simple as that.
So go ahead, go like this borderline preachy post and subscibe to my blog. See the name of the blog? Words. Welcome to my vacation. I mean it.
Sitting on a park swing, you are sometimes reminded that struggles are a part of the plan.
If nature was not indifferent to the painful demise of this bumble bee, it would not make a difference to the ant colony below it.
In the end, all our struggles become helplessly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. So all we can do is sit back and enjoy the ride, I guess.