I love cycling, especially after winning the strength of habit to drive around the city by car, the illusion of not having enough time and also, specifically, the physical limits of a body is not trained to the very effort.
Yes, because I, except for a brief twenty years ago, I always preferred the thought to the physical form.
In any case, when I can get my fat ass and put it in the seat of my old mountain bike I do not regret, discharge tension, I feel very cooler or cool as we say today and I think.
Today for example I thought of the malaise that grips me a bit 'of days and tried to give names, faces, patterns.
I started with a basic consideration: one of the things that annoys me most is the feeling of not leaving a trace.
am not a believer, so I have a particular faith havens on post mortem.
I think rather in a universe that embraces us all, for the moment I saw it described as best-in-One by Richard Bach.
If I remember correctly, the author of "The Seagull Jonathn Livingstone" invents a metaphor like this: each of us, in his individuality, is like a radio tuned to its frequency. So everyone sends some of the messages that we are in the ether, but ether is one.
But I continue to digress, I said one thing that bothers me most is the feeling of not leaving a trace, or rather fail to be decisive in changing for the better the lives of people around me. The ascent of
Parco Ruffini attempted to take stock of my forty-two years, will be the effort of a small hill that to me is a King of the Mountains, but the only thing that comes to mind is something like " normality is a limit concept and as such does not exist, it is useless to try to work both to achieve and maintain "...
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