Mindful Self Discovery
A few weeks on the road
Over the past few weeks, I was blessed with the opportunity to spend an extended amount of time doing what I love the most, long distance riding. My trip has taken me through 11 states, and roughly 4000 miles that have gently worn out my tires while simultaneously soothing my soul. Having the option to blend work and pleasure into this trip was an amazing experience and powerfully inspirational.
Life behind the bars spent exploring new roads, small towns, and avoiding passing rain showers can be one of the most meaningful experiences for any rider, but even more so for the deep thinker. The modern man spends most of their time working, stressing over bills and family, and planning for a retirement that may never come. If you’re lucky, you’re able to find reprieve from the overwhelming feeling of existence in a hobby. My journey through life brought many hobbies, or distractions as I use to call them. That is until motorcycles and writing came together to reveal my truest identity that had laid dormant for years.
My fascination with the spiritual realm and wildly creative mind was gifted to me by my grandfather. It wasn’t until a few years after his passing that I started to feel his spirit growing inside me. Growing up he was my idol. He was infinitely cool, he was a story a teller, an artist, a motorcycle rider, a deep thinker, and a genius in his own right. I feel a tremendous amount of respect and luck to be kin to such an influential person. The impact that he left on my life always shows up at the right place and right time.
Like the connection I feel to my grandfather and others, that simplest form of myself can be found when I am isolated inside of a helmet exploring the deepest area of my mind. It is there that I find lost memories, familiar faces who have impacted my life, and inspiration to grow, evolve, and continue in the face of adversity. I have learned that the mind can be an extraordinary but frightening place to spend an extended amount of time. However, often when I return from that journey, I am left with feelings that I had temporarily misplaced.
Although my perspective on life is relative to my experiences, I cannot deny the deep connection to the universe that I often stumble into. Even though I am alone in my mind, my thoughts and dreams are not always unique to me. I want to share the feelings and thoughts I have with the world. Just like planting a seed and watching it grow and bloom, I hope my words will do the same.
Ride On!