I can feel my life becoming routine. Soon, I’ll be on a set schedule. I have to face it…I’m back in the Matrix.
It’s not going to happen. There won’t be an apocalypse…fire balls raining down from the sky…nothing like that. The sun will rise just like every other day and then the sun will set again because I have to work.
Dreams are interesting aren’t they? I once dreamt of riding across the country on a bicycle…now I lay hear awake…rejoicing…after realizing that dream. I still can’t believe it.
I curse you. Satan himself will cringe after hearing my thoughts about you.
Tonight a crime was committed. In the grand scheme of things, life will go on…the sun will rise again…but for me, I will be forever scarred. Some low life trash stole my bicycle.
It’s been a whirlwind of a week. I still have to pinch myself at the fact I’m in Arizona and I’ve completed a cross country bicycle tour.
I learned a lot. Not only about myself, but about the country, bicycling, people, community, and on and on. Over the next few weeks I plan on doing some resting and let these lessons soak in so they become automatic responses when similar situations arise again.
As I was riding into Mesa…just miles away from my final destination, I began peddling harder than I ever had before, going faster than I have ever gone, even more so than when I was going down steep hills. I could taste the end.
Being on the road helps clear the mind. I like that I can think. I think about everything now. I haven’t really come to any conclusions or haven’t had any earth shattering discoveries. The every day grind can deafen your thoughts. I don’t have do deal with that anymore. I like the peace and quiet.