Originally Posted by podman
it was on a particular day of october that i had a moment of happiness that i would otherwise missed out on if i weren't biking in.
the air was crisp, the sky was crystal clear showing a slice of moon and a billion stars (a rare treat for city folk), also there was a strong smell of burning leaves that i associate with childhood since we can't burn in town anymore, and i was just stoked to be there breathing it all in. i thought about how i might be grumbling my way into my car where i would curse other people as sped off to a place i really didn't want to get to. the bike seemed a better, more interesting way of getting there.
That's beautiful. Explains why I ride, too. Those moments.
I'm not ADD. I'm not religious, either. But I have a theory based on the story of Adam and Eve. Adam and Eve were put to work--hard, physical labor--in the Garden of Eden tending the herds and farming the fields. My theory is that the modern elimination of hard work from our lives causes us all kinds of grief. We're supposed to work physically. It's what makes us feel good, whole, human. I love hiking and biking. The rhythmic movement calms and clarifies your mind no matter what your diagnosis. The simple, just being there moments help you feel alive. It's what we're supposed to do. That's why it makes us so happy. It's a little piece of paradise!