Living Life

Recently I've had some time to think about what I'm doing in this life, and, in return, what life is trying to do to itself.

Some afternoon when I was riding my bike in some big road, I thought: "Wow, in this speed, if I'm lucky enough I might've
hit that huge bus and, just like that, die. It will only be in a fraction of seconds."
And then I hit the bus..

Kidding, of course I'd not hit a bus at 50 mph on purpose.

Sometimes I felt that life is just an empty wide space you've got to fill in
with a lot of new things, new colors, new sketches, new faces.

Sometimes, just like what i was thinking on that wide streets with massive trees on both sides,
life is a wandering road of tunnels, and you could reach your goal at your own pace.
You could decide whether you must hit the brake or just shift to the fifth gear and
vanish in 100 mph. The other vehicle in front of you, you can just wait patiently behind them, waiting
to pass them, or just pass them with a slight adrenaline pumping slide of acceleration.
Whether you want to feel the rush of excitement, or you just want the wind blows in your direction
is all up to you.

Of course the greatest fear in life is in crossing the road.

There's a reason people told you to always look both ways before you do.
Your life could end in split second just crossing the street, it'll require only any vehicle
driven 40-60 mph to sack you down the drain.

Let's see what you're going to face in an attempt of crossing a road that has lots of cars, bikes, buses, etc.
You step on the pavement. You feel tense because they pass you on a speed you can catch with your hand, like your life fly away before your eyes.
One slip will turn you into a road kill or a bug on some car's (truck's!) window.

Once you get pass that, if you're a good crosser (not moto-crosser) you look both ways
Just to find that either ways is just as frightening.
They're axes swinging waiting to end your life in an instant.

Then, the wait.
You wait until the road's cleared. Lucky if there's a traffic light or you have a technology called
crossing bridge that goes over the road. But in case you don't, such as many of the cases in Indonesia
you'd find it rather irritating. Time goes by as the horror keeps coming.
You try to take the first step off the pavement, and WOOOSH! A motorcycle passed by in 80 mph,
a healthy speed to run someone to their grave. And hey, that might be you! Congratulations.

One of two scenarios.
The road's cleared (Finally!) and you cross the street safely, and happily go home to your loving bed.

OR, the road hasn't cleared,and the sky's getting darker, waiting for pouring a blessful rain.
Oh no, rain and cell phone in your pocket is not a good combo. Must. Cross. Now.
And despite the fact that your brain shouting at you (It's suicide! don't! your life's still worth something, right?)
you cross the road!

speeding cars decelerate at the rate that won't be good enough to not to kill you if you collide,
horns screaming everywhere and your life swirling around you.
You say your prayer but it's too late...

you might be there or you might not.

But, as I always say before crossing a wide road full of speeding cars and bikes, and trucks and buses,

"Life is full of challenges and tests of courage or anything. If there's nothing to it, you can't call it living."

I smile,
And I cross the road...