A Gray World
Yesterday morning, just before venturing out on the Vespa into a gray world, I came across a quote by Viktor Frankl.
“The last of human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s way.”
The words stuck with me as I pushed the scooter into the driveway.
Choose your own way.
Something was bothering me. Might have been a conversation earlier in the week with Kim’s neurosurgeon, or perhaps puzzling over investment in an index fund or something more aggressive. It may have simply been the threat of rain when I wanted to ride. The idea that I could choose my attitude as I prepared to ride wouldn’t have occurred to me had I not read Frankl’s words.
By the time I was on the road things had changed. Riding didn’t change me but it did open a door, permitted a mental transformation from being awash in anxiety to sailing in a sea of gratitude. It may have been a fake, false, contrived idea in my head, but after a few miles on the Vespa, I was a different man.
I felt the familiar lust for life.
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