I want to ride

I have an open stretch in front of me, with lush green serene valley along side, as I ride along towards pure tranquility. The Sun setting and as I'm gliding towards the silhouette, I look up and see flocks of bird flying above me. But, there's something wrong, something so grossly wrong that all this is bringing a smile on my face. How can this moment be so perfect? A sudden rush of fear fills my senses and as if I'm trying to hold on to this moment as hard as my dear life, but it's slipping out, slipping out faster than I can comprehend. I twist my wrist and try to reach out for the horizon as fast as I can, and just when I'm just about there, I hear something, something so familiar, shattering and shaking that I see everything pulverize into oblivion. I wake up and almost in a fit of rage try to smash the alarm clock on the wall!! I was dreaming!!

This might have happened to many of us, and probably many times and every time it's the same shattering feeling. Amazing how the same thing can have the same effect on every occurrence. But very few of us realize that every time this happens, it changes something inside us. Scientifically it can be summed as the imbalance of net chemical flow between my neurons which is resulting in activation of a particular part of the right hemisphere of my brain, which infests a sense of urge, a sense of dissatisfaction in the order of things as I know it, and craves to break free from order and norms.

Everything seems chaos, unworldly to verge of being alien and in all this I look towards the wall and see something. A dark shadow dancing which felt very familiar and neglected at the same time. It's my riding jacket, lying there as a true and undemanding friend. That's it!! This is what has been missing, it's the missing link that was there right in front of me, but the order of life kept me from just glancing it. I run down to look at that gorgeous lady, who even though past her prime still looks ravishing, serene almost like a goddess and ever so eager to do what she was meant to do.... capture the tarmac with single twist of throttle. It has been long since she has roared and fill my senses so much that nothing else comes close, it's time to suite up and ride and just when everything seemed so lost, so beaten, so destroyed, I say to myself - I want to ride