I’m on a mountainous island off the west coast of Alba. We have been cycling for 5 days and Londres feels a long way away. The time on the velocipede provides moments of thought. Not on the uphills, which are too brutal, nor on the downhills, which need too much concentration, but both those contribute to a thinking state, which comes into its own on the flats.
As I pedal I have been thinking about dissatisfaction with the world and with myself. The dissatisfaction with the world I am comfortable with. There are many unsatisfactory things about the world. Dissatisfaction with oneself is more problematic, and the oracle claims that it is as common in me as in anyone. It’s true that I was taught to always strive for a better version of myself, rather than be satisfied with this one. This can detach you from enjoyment of being your self, encourages you to think a better version might come along any moment. I have been meditating as I pedal on how much there is to enjoy.
We are staying in a spectacular location by the sea. Over the road from our guest house is a bus stop. It looks quite curious on the edge of the road on the edge of the shore, nothing but sea in the background. It looks like if you waited there it could take you many places. Some of the places it could take you would be interesting it is true, but you’d never get off this mountainous island. The road is circular, so you’d always end up back here.