Pursuit of happiness

There's nothing but air in front of him, nothing except a chilly breeze on his face while he pedal towards something called freedom. The warm, solid street under a pair of rapidly spinning wheels does not even budge while nearly flying forward between cars, trucks other cyclists, towards red lights and drafting after buses.

The remarkable feeling of being a reckless being, only jeopardizing ones own health while simultaneously remaining relaxed and having everything under control, constantly living 3 seconds in the future, traffic wise is a place where even an emotional wreck can withdraw his thoughts from everything and live fully in that exact moment.

A combination of a demon on the streets flying towards his destination with hypnotizing music playing in his ears makes a dangerous recipe. Little does he know of the truck behind the next corner, behind the next red light that he is about to neglect. The intersection is coming in front of him and he does nothing but accelerates, speeds up and lives in that 3 seconds ahead of time. Only this time he really needed 4 seconds.

All those rides, all those moments, every memory and all the loved ones was everything he could think of this morning. Now all he can see is something green and hear muffled screaming and yelling somewhere in the distance. It doesn't take long until everything turns black and mute.

All he wanted was to feel free.