The man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present… he is caught in a fragment of time cut off from both the past and the future… he has no fear, because the source of fear is in the future, and a person freed of the future has nothing to fear – Milan Kundera

This is like surfing. The rush of the water underneath me, the feeling of lift as the wave picks me up and I plug into the flow of the stream. I forget if my fingers are numb or if my wetsuit has been chaffing my neck. All the internal dialogue is gone. Drowned out by the now. Muscle memory kicks in, and there’s no thinking. No woulda, coulda, shoulda. There is just doing. That’s freedom.