movement versus travel.

movement versus travel. all my life i have gone down the same roads over and over again to the same places, and yet this time something is different. this time its more personal. its more intimate.is it the mode of transportation or just in my head? it probably was the bike, a new view of the old roads. 15 day of pure travel seeing things for the first time in new light. the roads seemed better. the people friendlier. the police trying to help you with friendly smiles and brotherly concerns. india seemed healthy, with all the super highways, and the development that you find along them. i was impressed. it wasnt at all what i was told it would be. skeptics did their job on my head when i was leaving. the whole oh the highways are unsafe. the village people are unfriendly, cops scary, bandits abundant, and such. and now innumerable rides later i am of reformed faith. i believe it is the cities that have gone to the dogs, its is us who are hostile and unfriendly, the bandits live amongst us, and the roads are just the conduits laced with all the goodness left in the world. the 4500 kilometers of indian highways,the countless people,teach you survival, the importance of living over existence. the true worthlessness of money when it comes to doing what you really want.