My learnings from a bicycle trip to nature
Why is everyone talking about getting lost in nature? And about how they found themselves, while getting lost.
Is it worth the the risk ?
What does it mean?
Let me start with my journey.It was exactly that time, when living in the concrete jungle had gotten the better of me. With a job as an intern in a small professional Architectural firm.That works 13 hours a day, 6 days a week. I was exhausted from head to toe.
Well it is a great place for work ethics and career start. But is it wrong to aspire more from life at a given time?
Living in a congested developing city meant 2 hours of drive everyday in traffic. That takes away 14 hours of my day.
Yes, I love my work. But whole day for it ?
What about fitness, writing, and what not at the age of 21?
Is this the hard truth about life?
I asked myself.
A chord struck in my head ,and off I was.
Took a bicycle with a group of friends in similar situations , on a journey to the unknown.
Slowly as we crossed the busy city, my connection to many things switched off and so did my phone.
As I peddled through harsh roads, I felt my shoulders light, contradicting to the literal reality where my shoulders we’re starting to hurt .The more I peddled,the lesser my worry of office the next day .Time seemed to move slower as my thoughts filtered and head cleared .The voices kept quiet and I could hear my breath tell about it’s journey from the clearing lungs .My lungs told me about impure oxygen I took everyday in the city. We are made up of uncountable number of cells. I sure was feeling more cells than ever in my body.
Time went slow for me ,but not in reality .The setting sun did not seem to slow down for me to reach the top of the hill.
My muscles started to give up, my throat went dry, my legs were burning,hands shivering.
It was pure form of war in my head .The one that happens between you and your will power. Uphill was a metaphor now, the harder the pushed through it, the more satisfying the downhill.
My legs were working like an old diesel motor generator .The one which stop due to overheating and needs water to cool down very often.
Aaah! We reached the top of the mountain. There was more energy than ever ?
Do we magically get more energy when we do something we like?
It seemed more true than ever . It was surge of power through our veins on the top of the mountain overlooking the setting sun. A celebration for rising against the monotony of life. A victory over pessimism . A victory for myself.
Magic in the woods ?
No, it was journey through woods in actuality , But also a journey in conversation with myself . I spoke to myself about all the things I had unattended.
The thoughts you get in a specific place and space is personal and exclusive to that space and place.
Finally , my learnings from this trip .
- We all have way more will power stored deep inside ,for which passion is the key.
- Whether win or lose, pushing ourselves in the field we love always results in unlocking our true power.
- Sometimes we all just need to trust our bodies and peddle our way through to up ,until we find that downhill ( that we crave for).
