As I
draw further and further away in time and space from the stationary bike I
realize that my intervals there were the escape vehicle I desperately needed to
move about in a backwards universe I had created for myself. Those hours
brought me a catharsis of sorts that I was unable to generate or so I thought
at the time on my own.
I had
peace of mind in those 45 minutes but now I have it 24/7. The key to my self-imposed
state was in my pocket all along but the occlusion in my brain kept me blind to
its presence.
Perception
for some is their truth but it’s often not the truth as I found out in some of
my quote unquote friendships. Those that purported to be my friend had their
own agenda and when it no longer suited their purpose I was excised. I have no
misgivings now, as weakness became my strength. Their quicksand became my terra
firma and for that I am forever grateful.
I am
in constant precession and unchanging in my axis supported by an unbreakable
love that keeps me sated and with a peace of mind this sexagenarian has never
experienced in a lifetime of many lifetimes.
Spinning
away and yet I never get vertiginous or irresolute because my guidance system
has me headed True North.
