Observations of Democracy in action, my own thoughts and images
It’s a bit puzzling how thoroughly world-shaking something as simple as losing the use of a bicycle can be for me; I’m not a materialist, so why do I feel so upset over a two-wheeled thing? I mean, granted, its not a cheap two-wheeled thing, but that shouldn’t be the defining value of it. I have other concerns that are truthfully more pertinent right now- like the fact that I’m waiting to finish my thesis, or that I have no idea what my job prospects will be going forward, or that I’m going to be upheaved in the next 6-8 months and relocating to another country that I’ve never even stepped foot in because of the person I love. Yet truthfully, none of these things seem to scare me as much as the thought that I can’t hop on my bike this very instant and speed off. How very strange.