His First Ride

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y time, commuting through public transport, buses and rickshaws.For me, not knowing how to drive a motorcycle meant nothing because it didn’t make any difference to me. Nonetheless, most of the people around me started making a deal out of it. And to some extent, they were right. To not know how to drive a motorbike can certainly lead to a lot of headache while commuting through such a populous city as Lahore. And to add fuel to the fire, the public transport is equally poor and annoying. So, at times, I also felt the need to acquire this ‘skill’ but as I was interested in a lot of other things, I couldn’t spare time for it or maybe, I didn’t want do.Furthermore, having to explain why I didn’t know how to drive a motorbike felt quite embarrassing at times. However, I had better things to worry about so, time went by and people stopped talking about it.Came August of 2018. I can’t really remember what stimulated me but one fine evening, I called my closest friend and asked him to help learn this skill. Astonished, he asked, ‘Why now?’ I said, ‘I don’t know! I just want to drive a motorbike.’ He said, ‘Okay, let’s do it.’ and we did. It only took me a few rides and a couple of days and there it was; finally driving a motorcycle by myself.Now, you may think what’s so special about this story. Apparently, nothing. It is just another story. However, me not knowing to drive a motorcycle and then finally giving it a try and acquiring the skill, it is all symbolical. This story is just a metaphor. The point I’m trying to make

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is what makes this piece special.If you haven’t guessed already, it was never about my inability to ride a motorbike; it was always about my inability to take the first step, to go out and take the risk. Riding a motorbike is not a Herculean task and anyone can do it. No doubt. However, for me riding a bike was out of my comfort zone so, I caged myself within a mental capsule and keep telling myself that I didn’t need to do it. I was quite happy within that capsule. However, deep down I knew that I was worried and frightened to take the first step. And once I took the first step, once I rode the bike for the first time, I realized that it wasn’t that difficult. It felt so comforting to be finally able to get over that mental hump and do something, which was far beyond my comfort level. It felt like an ‘achievement’.I don’t know what a sane individual can deduce from this story but if it is up to me to conclude, the only reasonable thing that comes to my mind is that it is always the first step that feels most difficult. Your feet may feel heavier when you take the first step, you heart may miss a beat when you try to do something for the first time, your mind may take longer to process whenever you venture yourself into the stuff, which don’t lie within your comfort zone but believe me, once you take the first step, the rest becomes so easy. Thus,if you’re struggling with anything, be it riding a motorbike or solving the unsolvable mysteries of the universe, just take the first step; that first ride is all that matters.</article></body>

His First Ride

First off, the story I’m going to tell you is inspired by true events.

Although I may sound like a dimwit, yet this tale revolves around my inability to drive a motorbike. Quite absurd and clichéd, to say the least. For those who know me, it should not come as a surprise that for quite a long time I didn’t know how to drive a motorbike. And for those who don’t know me and have somehow found this article, yes, till the August of 2018, I didn’t know how to ride a motorcycle.

Back in the day, when I was around 14 or 15,most guys of my age were quite interested in bikes. Most of them were ardent lovers of motorbikes and a few of them also knew how to drive one. Contrarily, neither I was passionate about motorbikes, nor I knew how to ride one. For me, not knowing how to drive a bike wasn’t a big deal. However, once I reached the age of 18, driving bikes became quite a thing. Almost everyone I knew at that time had a motorcycle or wanted to have one. I, on the other hand, didn’t have a motorcycle and wasn’t longing for one. Having no motorbike and not knowing how to drive it explain why I spent most of my time, commuting through public transport, buses and rickshaws.

For me, not knowing how to drive a motorcycle meant nothing because it didn’t make any difference to me. Nonetheless, most of the people around me started making a deal out of it. And to some extent, they were right. To not know how to drive a motorbike can certainly lead to a lot of headache while commuting through such a populous city as Lahore. And to add fuel to the fire, the public transport is equally poor and annoying. So, at times, I also felt the need to acquire this ‘skill’ but as I was interested in a lot of other things, I couldn’t spare time for it or maybe, I didn’t want do.

Furthermore, having to explain why I didn’t know how to drive a motorbike felt quite embarrassing at times. However, I had better things to worry about so, time went by and people stopped talking about it.

Came August of 2018. I can’t really remember what stimulated me but one fine evening, I called my closest friend and asked him to help learn this skill. Astonished, he asked, ‘Why now?’ I said, ‘I don’t know! I just want to drive a motorbike.’ He said, ‘Okay, let’s do it.’ and we did. It only took me a few rides and a couple of days and there it was; finally driving a motorcycle by myself.

Now, you may think what’s so special about this story. Apparently, nothing. It is just another story. However, me not knowing to drive a motorcycle and then finally giving it a try and acquiring the skill, it is all symbolical. This story is just a metaphor. The point I’m trying to make is what makes this piece special.

If you haven’t guessed already, it was never about my inability to ride a motorbike; it was always about my inability to take the first step, to go out and take the risk. Riding a motorbike is not a Herculean task and anyone can do it. No doubt. However, for me riding a bike was out of my comfort zone so, I caged myself within a mental capsule and keep telling myself that I didn’t need to do it. I was quite happy within that capsule. However, deep down I knew that I was worried and frightened to take the first step. And once I took the first step, once I rode the bike for the first time, I realized that it wasn’t that difficult. It felt so comforting to be finally able to get over that mental hump and do something, which was far beyond my comfort level. It felt like an ‘achievement’.

I don’t know what a sane individual can deduce from this story but if it is up to me to conclude, the only reasonable thing that comes to my mind is that it is always the first step that feels most difficult. Your feet may feel heavier when you take the first step, you heart may miss a beat when you try to do something for the first time, your mind may take longer to process whenever you venture yourself into the stuff, which don’t lie within your comfort zone but believe me, once you take the first step, the rest becomes so easy. Thus,

if you’re struggling with anything, be it riding a motorbike or solving the unsolvable mysteries of the universe, just take the first step; that first ride is all that matters.