Yellow Line Therapy

The painted yellow lines are all that I need to see; they are all that I trust; they are all that matter. Somewhere between the excitment of exploring new paths and the banality of one road after another, the strugle to define one's self becomes easier.

It is here in the vast expanse of nothing, when all that is before you is a single road, you are set free. No longer overwhelmed by choices that have to be made, distractions that need to be dealt with, you are able to come alive, breathing in deeply all that the road has to offer.

Following the painted yellow line is all I need to do to define myself. No choices or distractions; you just follow. There is a sense of spiritual connectedness that comes from riding a motorcycle; the blending of body, machine, and all that nature has to offer. One stretch of kilometer after another bring about a different combination of elements such as feeling the heat of the summer sun on my face, breathing in deeply the sweet scent of freshly cut grass, and the gentle crosswinds pushing me this way.

Out on a single road, following the painted yellow lines brings about an inner peace which my machine pierces through and I consume.