the mountain: struggle for struggle sake

The trees were tall, but I was taller

“A bicycle is a truly great invention because it is part of the entire range of human existence, from frivolity to necessity. A bicycle, if understood correctly and used to its full potential, is a key to a completely different, and in many ways more rewarding, way of life. Sure, there are limits to the ways in which you can use a bicycle, but those limits are surprisingly few. A bicycle can give you the feeling of freedom and speed you get from riding a motorcycle, the sense of well-being and peace you get from meditating, the health benefits you get from an afternoon at the gym, the sense of self-expression you get from learning to play guitar, and the feeling of victory you get from completing a marathon. It’s an invention that has in many ways been ahead of its time, and whose time has finally come.”

(Koelle, 11)

When I ride all day, I feel closer to myself and more at ease. I spend time with my thoughts in a way that uses breath to cultivate an embodied learning. (Ng, 37) Pushing up a mountain (intentionally suffering) is omnipresent. It is a mental clean up crew. No thoughts, just pushing up. The sweat spilling off brow and streaming its way down my face (no thoughts, just pushing up).

When I sit down at the top, I can weep about things forgotten.           

What I’m saying is riding my bicycle is a painting (recording of a physical movement).

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