Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Lately, the idea of being single for a long long time has been plaguing my mind. I'm not saying it will be a total bad thing, but not saying it will be a walk in the park either. When Cupid's fragile arrows whither away, we come back to square 1.. but are we really at square 1?
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You love your bike, you couldn't go anywhere without it, it's like your new legs. It was faster, it was more exciting. Rather than avoiding the curb, you took it head on! Rather than avoiding the puddle, you ran through it with your legs straight out. Then one day, you were reckless and fell off that bike. You remember the pain, you remember the stitches, bruises, scabs, and scars. It was a nasty fall to say the least. Great... you had to walk everywhere now. Everything was more calm, rather than the wind blowing past your ears, you heard the birds and the leaves waving. The wind against your skin was more subtle. It wasn't all too bad, it wasn't better or worse, it was just different. Sure, it took longer to get from A to B, but you now had time to think, lots of time. you didn't have to worry about running into something. The most important difference was that, you didn't have to worry about falling off the bike.
You didn't care much for the pain. You wanted to hop back on the bike so bad that you forgot how much it hurt when you fell off the first time. The old bike was trashed, but what can you do, so you go and get a new bike. This one is even better! It was way prettier than the last one, had more gears, and was much more comfortable. It wasn't long before riding a bike was a part of your everyday life. It was marvelous. You remember it just like before. You took the same paths, and it looked the same, but felt a little bit different. You were pretty excited about the new bike so you took it to the trail that the old bike would have never been able to handle and it was great. You feel in love with the new one even more!
Although you were getting a bit carried away with the new bike, you didn't want to fall off again, so you were really careful. Also you treated this bike a lot better because you liked this one so much, you didn't want to have to dump it.
Everything is great. You felt amazing. The wind was back in your hair and the thrill was on again. Then one day, you leave class and totally ready to ride home on a gorgeous day, you walk outside to where your bike is locked up. There it was, the beautiful ... bike lock. Your bike was stolen. Your baby.. it was gone. At first anger strikes you. You start looking around and don't know what to do. You start blaming others and try to figure out who could have taken it. Then after that doesn't get your bike back, you start blaming yourself, "did I lock it.. I bet I forgot to lock it.." Either way, no matter what you tried to do, your bike was gone. The brand spankin' new love of your life .. GONE.
At this point, you had forgotten the pain of falling off and getting hurt. You were just angry and sad. you sit and contemplate about getting a new one. You didn't care about falling off, it was like as if you were used to it. You just wanted to make sure you got to keep the next bike forever! That is.. if you decide to get a new one.
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