Now I know what 60km/hr feels like against my skin after riding on a motorbike under city street lights and towering buildings. While the speed fed my adrenaline and made me want more, being in the middle of cars and buses made me feel like I was having a death wish—a kiss with something dangerous and deadly.
Perhaps riding on a cold night in the metro added to the allure of having a dreamlike experience.
And for a moment, I felt young and free.
But now, here I am—older but not that old—being tugged in between taking responsibility and taking it easy. While some dreams must be lit before they flicker dead, the abundance of distractions makes it hard to focus on what matters, given limited resources.
Ah, opportunity cost.
jessa 