Dark-Village-Dog-Hunt-Night-Ride

Whooohooo.
I'm known as an adventure-seeker.  I love the kick, the special, the unknown and yes, I can see pretty well in the darkness.
And I really love cycling at night...
But this innocent ride I just completed through a silent, almost sleeping Mediterranean village was pretty creepy I must say, even without my fantasy adding double shades to all shadows and expecting dangerous creatures behind every dark bush.
It should have been an innocent bicycle ride through the neighbouring silent village, next to some dark and pretty lost military camp hiding behind the big trees . It's evening and the sky is dark, only street lamps shining here and there and some windows having lights, as well. But the street lights do not function everywhere you'd want them to be. So I cycle, relaxed but carefully with my small little bike front light shining through the dark.
The houses look half-abandoned...the gates and metal fences of the camp are caught in moisty darkness, faraway sounds being heard somewhere. Dead-end streets around me. I turn away from them, making my way through the roads. Silence and occasional cars follow me.
Then: BARKS!!! BARKS!!! They come from both sides of the road , and I speed up as I don't know whether the dogs barking are tied somewhere behind the fences or will rather jump in my way... and I'm only a cyclist, stupidly afraid of dogs...
Cursing at the night attacks, I continue and indeed, a dog jumps in my way. Barking. Following me. My hands shake a little while I curse the dog, speeding up again. Can't it be possible to have a peaceful night ride without shadows, abandoned fences and dogs?!
No, it can't! Cause at the next corner, two beasts decide to catch up on me and follow me increasingly fast and threatening me with their aggressive sounds! I cycle faster and faster - can't be - they've  decided to hunt me! Other dogs around join their calls and I only think of rescue.
After having passed a street corner, I see them stop, and I feel shaky, very shaky, and know for sure - I want out here. And - I hate dogs.
Some other follow up on me during the ride and I decide to make use of the bell or rather shout back and in the worst case, just turn against them and try to ride in their direction, hopefully achieving a surprise effect.
But no extreme measure is needed anymore and I arrive at the exit of the village unharmed.
Conclusion?
Yes baby... That's been a marvellous ride...next time I'll choose either urban paths or daytime...or carry pepper spray with me. For dogs' sake...
Uuh.

J'attends / Old and New

"I'm waiting". 

What for?

To breath freely. 

To stare into the air and say - yes, it is over. Is it over? Something has gone, and something will begin.

I'm not waiting for the new phase to begin before the old will end. 

I'm waiting for the old to come to an end. 

As one gives birth to a new life, one can give birth to an end, in favor of a new life to come.

As the Bible mentions it, "the old will be removed in the face of the new". 

So where is the end? And what am I waiting for?
To dye my hair with a colour of freedom and revolution? To wear my pair of jeans and throw my legs freely into the air? To ride into the open space of a field or  some wide and empty road, to circle around with my bicycle and feel as if I had wings?

To eat my ice cream within a crowded city and feel alone?

To buy the first fruits for my new kitchen and sense pride after cooking an egg?

What am I waiting for?

As to my humble opinion, I'd say I'm waiting for a myself to emerge, an honest one, a self-conscious one, a happy and inspired one, a powerful one, a reasonable one.

But opinions are only fruits of limited minds.

The heart will tell. It will know when I need to stop waiting and start working to achieve my goals. 

There is a time to wait and a time to work, a time to grow and a time to be born and start living.

J'attends. 

The Rhythm of Life

SOMETIMES in order to live your life in a right way, you need to be reminded of its real rhythm.
What is the rhythm of life? 

Despite the fact that each one of us human beings lives different kind of fates and goes through a way more different experiences than there is sand at the seashore, we must feel that there is some kind of "energy" that makes us want to get up in the morning, go sleep in the evening, want to smile, to laugh, to love and simply to feel well.
Well, these things all sound simply and seem natural.
But no, we cannot take them for granted.

Why not?
It might be that you have never experienced the feeling of deepest sadness; of paralyzing despair; of an empty heart; of a hole in your head where there is supposed to be an aim to live for; a shattering feeling of a senseless, loveless loneliness in and around your whole being... If you don't know first hand about this, you are a lucky person. Then it'd be a good educational step to go and look out for people who know, who went through these experiences, and be it only one thing from the list I wrote.
They will tell you, how precious a drop of happiness is. How desired a little reason to smile. How refreshing and powerful a tiny dream to hope for. Be it only for the twinkling of an eye.

We cannot take positive things for granted.

And that's why there is no way we can sit down and wait for them to come. 
To search for the rhythm of life is to search for things which make you really feel good, which are worth of making up your life, which you will never need to regret and to lie about, which are perfectly, completely you. And step by step, during your search, you will feel the beat. The beat is in you. The search is only to teach you to listen to it, and to recognize the music.

Don't take good things for granted. 
If you experience something and this is good - think of where it might come from to you. Perhaps you deserved it by doing this or that action - but do not expect it to return. The next time it is on you to make yourself happy, to do the first step towards the right direction, to give a meaning to your life. Don't wait for others to do this. They have their own rhythm to follow. And while trying to listen to the songs their lifes play, you might very well miss your own.

Open your heart to your soul. You have the key.