Loss of a loved one..

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1. I was heart broken.Shattered. There was a lump in my throat. In my heart I knew that nothing was permanent and this was bound to happen one day, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon. How could this happen to me. What had i done wrong. My heart ached. I couldn’t believe I loved my bike so much. Sigh. All i could do, is call the police and report the theft to them. With a bit of hope I asked the Sheriff if there was any chance of recovering it. He was kind of enough to tell me that there was always a small chance, but I should just accept the fact that I was never going to see my beautiful bike again.

2. I found myself extremely depressed for the next hour. I called dad. I called P. When i told dad that I had some bad news and that my bike had been stolen, he was like, what.. thats not bad news. Stop being a kid. Just go buy a new one. A better one. I actually smiled when he said that. Thats how my dad always looks at things. I then realized he had a point. There was no sense in wasting time and energy over something that wasn’t going to come back. So, i just took a nap, woke up and refreshed and got back to work.

3. I just realized how attached I am to some things. For example, I love my macbook. But then, it could also crash tomorrow*. What would i do then? Would it stop me from achieving my goals? My dreams? Would a stolen bike stop me from racing on 13th February? Hell no. I decided that as long as have my limbs functioning, I’d achieve my goals. Take away whatever you want from me. You can’t take my spirit. I finished my planned work for the weekend and went to sleep smiling that I didn’t feel too bad about my bike any more. In fact, I felt a little bit lighter. As if a load had been lifted.

The question isn’t who is going to let me; its who is going to stop me. ~ Ayn Rand

* I promptly backed up all my data. So, if tomorrow my mac conks out, I’ll just buy a new one and be back to work in a matter of hours.

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