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A man’s life can often be compared to a series of interminable activities. Among them exist those that relax us naturally. Painting, playing music, reading are some such kind of activities. When I was young, cycling became the one relaxing exercise for me.

I was ten years old when I learned to cycle. My firsy bicycle was frail and old but for me it was a wonderful mystery and everyday I tried, more than ever, to understand and master it. And during the course of this undertaking, which of us received more blows, I don’t know. We survived without too much damage and one fine day I succeeded in making a round of my nieghborhood without falling. For me, it was no less than a world tour on two wheels!

Days passed! Circumstances changed and me too! And in this all-engulfing ocean of time, I don’t remember which particular wave separated my cycle from me, but the memory of its precious gift always remained with me. Now I was the owner of a beautiful new cycle that took me everywhere: to the school, to the playground, to the market. It became an irresistible method of going places in a short time. In the beginning, I valued it for its practical value i.e. it helped me economise in time and energy. And several years passed before I understood the finer points of this mundane activity.

Essentially, it comprises of two contradictory aspects: movement and immobility.

The immobility lies in the precarious balance that one has to create in the rider so as to not fall off. This fixed equilibrium seems so challenging and difficult to acquire in the beginning. Once achieved, it is rarely lost. The balance and harmony thus created between the bicycle and me leads to the second aspect.

In fact, it is only when we are properly balanced that we can advance without tumbling off. And the movement thus achieved takes us to wherever we want to go. A perfect equilibrium produces an effective movement. And then, the most treacherous and most difficult roads become easier to travel on. And this generates a joy that one feels when everything is right with our world. This is what I feel every time I ride a bicycle.

It took me many more years and more of life to realize that these same principles of balance and movement apply to everything that we do in life and to life itself. Is this the art of living?

Any questions??