You know how a road stretching out in front of you can feel like the road to paradise, full of opportunities along the way? Well, it can also feel like the road to perdition, full av difficult choices along the way. And sometimes those two are one and the same, like multiple layers of different shades. That’s where I am now. One moment I tend to see opportunities, but more often I see problems.
This is not like me at all. Especially when there are adventure of different sorts that await rather than different kinds of evil. But having had the darkest November ever in Sweden paired with a lot of stress related to work and my personal life is taking it’s toll. Usually riding will clear my head a bit, giving those precious moments of clarity that I need to focus on the tasks at hand but having been denied those moments, I am feeling tired. Like really tired.
The funny, in an ironic and tragic sense, part is that I’m pretty sure that I’m one of the good guys. I am not a criminal, I work hard, I’m educated and fairly smart, I try to be loyal and kind, I don’t do drugs, I don’t cheat with my taxes, I tend to keep my promises and in general be a good guy. So why is life so hard? Criminals always talk about the school of hard knocks, but hey, you know what? Fuck you. From my viewpoint it seems rather easy to live your life once you’ve decided to not give a fuck about anyone else but yourself. Being resilient and tough is trying to stay on the right side of the fence.
What has this to do with motorcycles? After all, this is a motorcycle blog, is it not? Yes it is, but sometimes life is both more and less than that and I just had to get this off my chest.
But if you want something motorcycle related, I’ll give you this: yesterday I met with a friend who is a motorcycle mechanic and he seemed happy. Being a talented tattoo artist which proves a talent for design, I can’t wait to see his own Harley build.