Once my gut told me to stop and my brain told me to go. My heart said nothing, it was beating too fast to give impressions. A few moments later I was sliding on the asphalt. Close but no cigar. Cycling always gave me a rough ride. 

Free Until You Decide

Free Until You Decide

I try to write everyday.  I force myself to.  Sort of.  Sometimes I have cheat days, just like chubby girls do.  The only one I cheat is myself.

I like to believe I'm free.  The concept is great.  The simple thought is somewhat beautiful.  I think I'm free. 

Today I had no idea what to write about.  I thought of something I like.  I chose freedom among many others. 

Now I'm sitting down and thinking.  What could I write on freedom for this daily feed I have created, and forced upon myself?

In deciding to write, I took away the possibility of doing everything else.  I confiscated the actual freedom I did have, and chose to speak about it in this post.  

I enslaved myself to write, lost my freedom, chose to speak about the freedom I lost and freed myself. 

Life is an irony.

But now I'm freed.

What are you in it for?

What are you in it for?

Dangerous Games

Dangerous Games