Faire du velo

Last night, just before New Year's first hours, I couldn't help but thinking about how we ride life, we don't live it, we just ride it.
Months ago I bought a new bike and as I am no expert on bikes, I bought the one that could just allow me to have a pleasant ride once in a while.
I heard the sales man telling me about how good the bike was, its parts, and etc. All I could see was the ride.No attention for how this ride could be improved or how it could amaze me by the bike's technical qualities.
We do the same in life. The ride is all that matters.
It doesn't matter how complicated we find life, how many roadblocks we choose to go thru, how many bumps in the road, we just look ahead, with a clingy anxiety to enjoy the ride ahead.

Lies

Each new morning brings with it a new set of lies – little white lies, told not to hurt but to make life more pleasant. They tell these lies to protect themselves and their reputation. Of course, every now and then, someone finally decides to tell the truth. The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves before we go to sleep. We whisper them in the dark telling ourselves we’re happy, or that we can change, or that other people will change their mind. We persuade ourselves we can live with our sins. Yes, each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate, desperate hope that come morning, it will all come true.