Lights and lanes, ticking by. Thoughts and dreams walking by. Body at ease, mind at the ready. Driving…
So much of life in the West is devoted to the pursuit of wealth and status, with personal happiness seemingly related to both but really a different idea altogether. I say idea because although 10,000 can pack a comedy theatre and enjoy a few laughs, true happiness is personal and exclusive to that person.
For me, it’s motion without destination. Despite the backlash I get for saying that I both enjoy driving and cycle to work, it’s not about mode of transport. What I’m on about here is keeping clean your mental health.
What does it for me is the motion. The fact I have control over an object that can move me far faster through the world than I am capable is an absolute rush. It never gets old. Thinking ahead becomes a necessity, and adding chaos to the road means that I have to start flowing in relation to those around me.
When movement consumes my thoughts, my heart slows. My fingers and toes rest. It’s like standing in the shower with warm water running over my face. At. Ease.
I’m saying: find what puts you at ease. What takes you away from life. What allows you to disconnect without losing yourself in the process.