In my morning rides something has been going round and round in my head: as I explained in my last post, I’ve considered to teach less hours per week.
Well, biking surely clears my mind. Although it will mean less payment, I’m going to have more time to be an artist.
I am cleaning all the mess in my studio, from the end of the school semester. It makes me happy and ready for more drawing/painting time. I think studying the new degree has helped, but I thank my beloved old blue bicycle for all the kilometers of clear mind.
It’s funny how, without really understanding why, I was looking for different models of bicycles. I was trying to find a new one.
And it happens the same with many of the things I have. Should I get a new tablet, a cellphone? It seems that we get in this continues desire for more, to replace what we have but is still working properly.
It happens with me when thinking on bicycles. There is one better. That one is more beautiful. The other folds in a smaller piece. But I have already
Today, I went out in my Raleigh Sprite. Its a bicycle from the 70’s. I like it, and has some history. Even though, I have kept on thinking of a new bicycle to replace it (a Temple bicycle, for example).
So I got out, pedaling my old Raleigh. It was a short ride. Short but very satisfying. The bike was running fine, without any noise. I was happy of taking out such a beauty.
Why I want to replace it? I like it and works well. And I thought, it’s just this stupid desire, this desease of wanting more.
The ride was a good medicine.