Break Away.....Break Free....
Yesterday i had to go down to KL for some personal reason. My car is getting worse by journey, nevertheles as usual, with safety and driving slow in my mind i took off.
Somewhere along the way, the speed increaed, meaning i started accelerating. I doubt i went any faster than the race i had about 12 days ago. This time it was more like cruising, though there are times i can feel the tyres are losing grip and pulling away from the track. Despite all that i still had a safe journey.
The bottom line is, i began thinking....Why do i do what i do??? I mean i know the car is not in a good condition but still i took it to the limits. I was thinking why i push things to the edge, knowing very well that it isnt safe to do so. Maybe because i wasn't freaked out, maybe because i got no space to freak out. I dont know. See, what may be normal to others may not be to the rest. I mean to some people 80 kmh may be the normal speed, 100 kmh may be exciting and 120 kmh could be terrifying. As for me 100 kmh is normal, 120 kmh is where i get excited and anything more, my excitement just grows. Different people different capabilities and perceptions after all. I recall a scene from Initial D- The movie, where Bunta says that once Takumi complained about his eyes sight just because he see things a slower where in reality the guy is faster. Kinda sums up whatever i said earlier.
My heart was throbbing, for more, to push further the limits, wanting to see what lies ahead of the excitement. I want to discover something deeper, something i've never experienced, something that i am sure will love. Then my memories flashed away to the night i had that race.
Why was I racing???
Why was I going fast???
Why didn't i back off knowing my car couldn't handle it???
And then it came to me.......
Because i want to break away...i want to break free...Its when i drive fast, i am somehow free from all the burdens been weghting me, my worries seems like never existed, my tortures and pain - i can feel none of it. No memories to hold on to, no past to treasure, no place to go home to and nothing to trace back. I felt light with that kind of feeling.
And so I broke away, I broke free.....and I am sure I will again.
Where Fantasy and Reality Cross Paths.....freedom at highspeed, excitement unleashed.....
Somewhere along the way, the speed increaed, meaning i started accelerating. I doubt i went any faster than the race i had about 12 days ago. This time it was more like cruising, though there are times i can feel the tyres are losing grip and pulling away from the track. Despite all that i still had a safe journey.
The bottom line is, i began thinking....Why do i do what i do??? I mean i know the car is not in a good condition but still i took it to the limits. I was thinking why i push things to the edge, knowing very well that it isnt safe to do so. Maybe because i wasn't freaked out, maybe because i got no space to freak out. I dont know. See, what may be normal to others may not be to the rest. I mean to some people 80 kmh may be the normal speed, 100 kmh may be exciting and 120 kmh could be terrifying. As for me 100 kmh is normal, 120 kmh is where i get excited and anything more, my excitement just grows. Different people different capabilities and perceptions after all. I recall a scene from Initial D- The movie, where Bunta says that once Takumi complained about his eyes sight just because he see things a slower where in reality the guy is faster. Kinda sums up whatever i said earlier.
My heart was throbbing, for more, to push further the limits, wanting to see what lies ahead of the excitement. I want to discover something deeper, something i've never experienced, something that i am sure will love. Then my memories flashed away to the night i had that race.
Why was I racing???
Why was I going fast???
Why didn't i back off knowing my car couldn't handle it???
And then it came to me.......
Because i want to break away...i want to break free...Its when i drive fast, i am somehow free from all the burdens been weghting me, my worries seems like never existed, my tortures and pain - i can feel none of it. No memories to hold on to, no past to treasure, no place to go home to and nothing to trace back. I felt light with that kind of feeling.
And so I broke away, I broke free.....and I am sure I will again.
Where Fantasy and Reality Cross Paths.....freedom at highspeed, excitement unleashed.....
posted by devilwitattitude at 1:28 PM
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