When I first started, I envied other riders' high-end bikes
As I passed by, I would glance at the other person's bike and think, Wow! Wow~ they're riding something expensive!
After some time passed, I stopped caring much about other people's bikes
Now I started envying the other person's seatpost.
How tall are they.. If they pull the seatpost out that much, wouldn't it be unstable? But.. it still looks cool
Should I go home and try to pull it out a bit too?
And after more time passed. I stopped envying the seatpost.
Now when there's a headwind, I envy the bikes coming from the opposite direction...
Seeing that my speed doesn't increase even when I put out 300 watts on my power meter, I cry out 'Is this real?'.. I started envying the riders coming from the opposite direction with happy expressions on their faces.
If I think about it a little, I could just stop for a moment and turn around to ride with the tailwind, then I could join that happy group of riders..
It seems like life goes on like this, endlessly envying someone, or amusing ourselves thinking that someone might envy me.
If we don't even have this kind of amusement, what would be the point of living life?
