Good Things Come to Those Who Take

I've fallen off my bike again. It's pretty rusted, not particularly well maintained. I'm doing some of what I can now, but years eat away at things.

I keep pedaling, and some days it's easy to ride, gliding around like butter on a hot pan. Recently, it feels like trying to ride through extremely fine sand. The kind that gets everywhere, and eats any energy put into it. It's how I get around though, so I pedal on.

Less now, but from time to time, I find myself hopeless. Why pedal if I'm just going to struggle and fall off again? Where am I going that's so worth all this effort?

The answer is: I don't know. That's okay though, because I've got my wife, my cats, my friends, my life I've pieced together. It's a little something I can keep with me anywhere, even scraped up from a fall.

So I keep pedaling. I keep treading. I keep living. There's no risk- just sub-optimal conditions for a ride. I can coast it out, and stop to rest if need be.

I know this feeling well enough though, rest is not the answer for me. I just need to spruce things up, make it a tad easier for myself. Add some oil, grease a bearing, replace a part.

I'm not tired, just set back. The set backs happen, and the only way to move forward is to...

Pedal.