The trip to my brothers house was awesome even with breaking down. It gave me a glimpse of a bigger world, a world I never knew, that stirred a feeling in me I grew to despise a feeling of imprisonment. I had allowed myself get very comfortable in my own world and realized there was no way I’m going to grow into the person I want to be if I stayed, but change is scary, and I was starting a family although my wife wouldn’t get pregnant for another two years it was what she wanted, me, I didn’t know what I wanted. After an awesome three day weekend we made it back home with zero incidents and Tuesday morning arrived with a touch of sadness as I saw how my mornings will be for the rest of my life, I was drowning in my own life with no one to save me.

I think at that point in my life I wanted more for myself, but I was giving more of myself to others and that is a great way to waste your life. I was doing what I believe was expected of me, but I was always dreaming of being somewhere else. The memories were much more enjoyable than the present, in the shittiest of times I could smile because I was feeling the last ride I was on. The wind blowing through my soul as the sun warmed my face, the bike purring like a kitten and running flawlessly me knowing it was because of me and my talents.


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