Some become monks, some just need a bike and a road
Some folks need to go to mountains and become monks to meet their destiny and understand the meaning of life. They need to separate themselves from the family and their possessions to be closer to God.
Some, just need a bike and the open road:
You just wake up on a Saturday morning and check the window to see if it’s a biking day. And it is. You grab something to eat. You dress up and go to the gas station to fill in. Then you open the map and decide where you would like to go today.
You pick a road that is far away from the crowd, and before you know it, you are heading out of town. You meet with other bikers on the way, but that doesn’t matter, because you take biking trips personal. So personal that you don’t want to share with anyone else. After an hour, you take the country roads and suddenly you are the … king of the road. Hill after hill, tree after tree you just keep on going - you don’t know yet what’s the final destination. There is nobody telling you where to stop, where to turn or what road to take.
After a while you stop to take a leak, and suddenly you realize it’s completely silent. Some birds in the distance. It’s spring and it feels warm like spring, it smells like spring. And there is nobody on the road with you - you got everything for yourself, you don’t need to share this experience with anybody.
You get back on the bike, the four-in-line sounds like music. You start slowly and go hill after hill. You feel that’s the true meaning of the life - a bike and an open road. You think about your destiny and about things that matter to you in life. You just met God.
