No no I can’t be trusted… driving out here alone with these thoughts. Cause my brakes are busted and the engine’s shot. – Edie Carey
Lose of feeling.
There is so many places I can go with this. If you have seen in the past 48 hours my attempt to find peace with the lack luster that has been this site.
I was wonce asked what Arsbars stands for. I realized on a ride this morning, Arsbars stands for my soul. It stands for those journal pages I once filled out in so many tattered books. It is the thoughts, hopes and pain that has no where else to go. It isn’t bikes, it isn’t the story telling, it is the words that I forget to say in the daily shuffle that is life.
Last night when bouncing around the web I saw a quote.
“It is easier to forget to live the longer we live our life.”
What was once thoughtless actions, have consumed me. Work is miserable and something that I always believed I would not be. The 9-5 grind that provides a roof and food on the table. The soul sucking life of not believing in where you are or what you are doing.
The bike rides have been purpose driven, not to find adventure or to take a photo. The walks are sparse if at all. The photo excursions haven’t been for several years.
Where have we gone in all of this? What is the empty shell that life causes us to become.