Do What You Love

Do-What-You-Love-WPThe article “Do What You Love” by Bud Miller was originally published on the “RoadRUNNER Motorcycle Touring & Travel” magazine website on 2/03/2013.

“Do what you love, it’s gonna lead to where you want to go.” -Wayne White.

When I was a kid of 15 we lived in the country and I loved running at night, even in winter. I loved the silence, no cars, no birds or barking dogs, nothing but the moon and stars carefully arranged, it always seemed, especially for me; the stars and the rhythmic sounds of my footfalls, breathing, and heartbeat. I’d run for miles and miles in the dark watching the power lines above for indications of approaching cars.

I realized that, at 47, I still do that. I still go out to recreate that experience that spoke to my soul when I was 15; only now I do it on a motorcycle. It’s where I make the most sense and where the world makes the most sense; where the cacophony and confusion of life as we know it becomes a symphony of movement and vision, an exploding and all encompassing paradox of speed and stillness, of noise and silence, of introspection and personal expression. I’m once again that kid running at night, listening to my own breath and still looking ahead to the unknown, endless possibilities ahead of me. I find that I’m just as excited now, maybe even more so in fact. I’ve stopped wondering and asking why and have embraced that I just need to do it, that it feeds something in me that demands to be fed.

I’m not a particularly religious man but I watched Chariots of Fire last week, I hadn’t seen it in years. The Eric Liddell character, in explaining to his disapproving sister why he wanted to run, said “I believe God made me for a purpose, for China; but he also made me fast, and when I run, I feel his pleasure.” It’s my favorite scene. Sometimes it’s just right to do something for the sheer pleasure of it. I believe the universe conspires to be known through people pursuing true joy. I know I have to ride, I feel it deep down in that locked away place that can’t be bargained with, explained away, or ignored.

You’ve got to do those things that reflect back the joy in the world and that run thick in your veins long after you’ve done them. It’s where you learn most about yourself and what you’re capable of. It’s where you test yourself. What’s the point? Well if I were pinned down and forced to choose I’d say the point is to just experience it; to feel; to be moved; to ride into that vacuum and fill it with whatever is inside you that refuses to be contained; to resonate with the splendor and become, if only for the length of a ride, one with everything; to realize your insignificance and to celebrate your uniqueness at the same time and to let the universe express itself through you.

Thirty-two years later I’m a few pounds heavier, have creaky knees, and a whole lot less hair; yet when I ride I’m still that 15 year old kid running along at night listening to the sound of my own breathing, stunned by the panorama of the stars.

1 Comment

  1. molsonNo Gravatar

    Ha! I have a helluva lot more hair than when I was 15. It's just not where I want it.:D


Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Read previous post:
Tune of the Week #66

This weeks pick is Fight Test by The Flaming Lips from the CD Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots (2003). I...