Yesterday, I rode a bike. I can't remember the last time I rode one. It was in 2008 when I was told by my doctors not to ride a bike or play any sports due to my low platelets.
This weekend, I decided to give it a try. It felt liberating. The air felt fresh and my bike felt swift...that's until I fell and had mud all over my butt. I was disappointed but got up, brushed it off and kept on riding.
We all go through numerous bumps on the road, but we have to keep getting up and keep on riding.
Today, we rode again and it was perfect and fun. My legs ached, but I didn't fall.
I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.