Riding the bike at half past seven

It was a spontaneous decision to grab my bike and go out to the han river.

As soon as I hopped onto the bike I recalled the old memories I've had with it.
When I was listening to a funky song riding the bike in Minsk with a best friend.. When I went biking alone by Han river after I got accepted to university..
The time when I invited a new friend and unnie to go biking with me..
There were many good memories to recall.

And I was thankful to have this evening to get back to this bike, to have some time to mysef and think about the things I had in my mind.

I wondered what I had been up to. I reviewed the semester, half of 2015 and wondered what I would be doing next.

There wasn't yet a clear answer. There never was.

Some friends seem to know what they want with their lives. I feel behind looking at their big steps full of assurance and passion.
Am I on the right track? I don't know.

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And then I saw this beautiful view. I was in awe at the beautiful shades, light, wind, leaves.
Everything had been here but I had been hovering about all this time.
If I had reached for it, I would have touched it as many times.
And Happiness was right there and it was up to me to reach it.​

​On the way back, I saw the car theather playing two movies.
I thought to myself I would come back one day with a car to watch one.
And also come to watch it without sound to experience it like for people who cannot hear.
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On the way back, you hear a lot of people exclaiming "excuse me", "may I pass" and so on. They are the riders who do this for sports. I enjoy the view. There is a difference in purpose. We all have different purposes.

Some people indulge in sports, some in music, some in books, some in sightseeing.
We have different tastes and desires.

I don't worry when some people go faster than me when biking. Because I know it is not a race. I'm on my pace and they are on their own paces. There is no need to rush nor worry about others.

I figured life could be the same.