ramblings
started bike riding for the solitude. pretty much so i have something only i can control. i can go as fast as i want. slow as i want. stop when i need to. hang out in the park if i dont feel like riding. just a little bit of control in a life that i have let slip. guess this is just me taking a little bit back now. i've been very lazy over the years and quite frankly the daunting task of having to control ones own life is annoying. i still dont get why we need to be and do so much but it's how it rolls in this society i guess and as much as i dont like it i am part of this machine. what is "the machine" though? i mean really. actually i'm not part of any machine. i dont include myself as any working device in any particular "machine". think when i talk like that i am just kind of giving up and saying "well that's how it rolls and i cant possibly do any more than what i am doing" when i know damn well that i dont belong to anything and if i felt the urge to i could move away from all of this in a heart beat. i know for sure life isn't about what you've got on the outside. such a weird things that so many of us have lost sight of that fact though.
i hate work. enough said.
love playing guitar.
love my bike rides.
love snuggles with my son.
love snuggles with my girl.
love snuggles with them both.
love the ghost town like qualities of getting up at 4:30 and knowing you have about an hour or so in all of melbourne practically to yourself.
love kicking the ball around with friends.
love my friends.
love watching people having a stack doing whatever they are doing. it's just hilarious and reminds me we're not all perfect.
love having a good stack myself. reminds me i cant maintain ninja like readiness at all hours of the day.
love good food.
love great conversations that kick and throw themselves into the early hours of the morning. i learn so so much from these conversations.
love rain
love spring and all it's warmth and promise of growth.
love my family. both chosen and not chosen members.
love hugs from people who mean it.
love the fact that out of all this i havent even managed to say i love myself....but i do.
i hate work. enough said.
love playing guitar.
love my bike rides.
love snuggles with my son.
love snuggles with my girl.
love snuggles with them both.
love the ghost town like qualities of getting up at 4:30 and knowing you have about an hour or so in all of melbourne practically to yourself.
love kicking the ball around with friends.
love my friends.
love watching people having a stack doing whatever they are doing. it's just hilarious and reminds me we're not all perfect.
love having a good stack myself. reminds me i cant maintain ninja like readiness at all hours of the day.
love good food.
love great conversations that kick and throw themselves into the early hours of the morning. i learn so so much from these conversations.
love rain
love spring and all it's warmth and promise of growth.
love my family. both chosen and not chosen members.
love hugs from people who mean it.
love the fact that out of all this i havent even managed to say i love myself....but i do.