A group of cyclists riding together is called a peloton, from the French word for platoon. And that’s how it feels, like a platoon of soldiers or a pack of wolves spreading out in search of something. Our bikes are within inches of each other, sometimes mere centimeters, as we travel 25mph down a country backroad.
For most of human history, meaning was not made by individuals but imposed by authorities. What is the meaning of life? Who knows. A more practical question is: How can we have more meaningful moments in life?
Unlike previous generations, we no longer look at work simply as a source of income. We want our work to expand our sense of identity, meaning, and purpose. And yet, once we graduate with our diplomas and idealism, Capitalism seems to force us to choose between money and meaning, between a decent return and higher goals.
Eventually we discover that compatibility is not a precondition of love. It is the achievement of love.
Some conversations are boring; some people come off as boring. In fact, no one is boring, they just haven’t been edited properly.
