The sun had already set, leaving behind its beautiful red and gold colors when I picked up my backpack and set out to travel back to school. Reaching the motor pack, the bus was already full and I was asked to wait for the next one.
It wasn't a good idea because boarding the next bus meant I would be the first passenger and I'd have to wait for about ten other passengers to fill up the bus. I was still thinking of what to do when some motorcyclists started approaching me, I hadn't traveled by bike before, but I didn't have a choice now so I scrutinized the drivers and the motorcycles and picked the one I believed I'd be comfortable with. This was a 2-hour journey and it wouldn't be funny if I ended up with the wrong driver and motorcycle.
I knew this was going to be another experience for me so I braced myself for it.
The bike was more comfortable than I expected, the seat was soft and the driver was a careful one. But I won't lie, I was scared at the beginning of the ride, and somehow I began to imagine scenarios of some bad things happening, you know, those things I've heard of.
However, after 30 mins into it, my fears began to dissipate. I start to take in the environment as we ride, the trees and the streams. The distant view of streetlights that line up the highway while ascending and descending hills is what I never noticed while in a car. I enjoyed the breeze that came with the speed at which my rider was going. It was a moment of excitement and tranquility.
At some point, my mind was free of the anxiety I felt when I received a message that lectures had begun fully and we needed to return to school. I didn't want what happened last semester to repeat itself. I had procrastinated studying for two months before exams, and though I scaled through it I had used myself to some extent that I became very skinny and drained.
Not that I didn't plan to do very well that particular semester, I did, but somehow I fell off the track.
While feeling the cool night breeze, the quarter moon that shone brilliantly, and some other bikes that rode past us, I began to reflect on the things I could do to have a different story this particular semester. I want to have straight A’s, and B should only come by mistake, I told myself. And I think writing it here now will make me work hard for it because it would be a great disappointment if I don't get these at the end of the semester, after I must have told many people :)
I believe I can do it because I know I have the potential. Also, most of the things that distracted me last semester have been eliminated successfully. I will get a good phone in a few days from now, and purchase all my school manuals and other materials on time, these were part of the things that contributed to the distractions.
And of course, I want to monitor my health too, the physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual health. I was very lucky to come across @tarazkp post and I took a screenshot of his health chart, just so I could use it too. You can now understand when I say reading Great People on Hive has been of tremendous help to me.
It was a nice long ride. The feeling was amazing.
In that atmosphere, I was able to process and validate my feelings. Something I wouldn't have been able to do if I were in a commercial vehicle filled with the noises from passengers, or if I were in my uncle’s car and we had to discuss throughout the journey. I love that on this bike, it was just me and the silent rider.
Image 1 by @protokkol
Other images are mine