Learning to Ride a Bike

A Metaphor for Life

Sometimes not even adults can learn to appreciate it, learning how to ride a bike. It’s just so simple isn’t it? You pick it up, you learn your balance, you get to your destination faster—some people enjoy the idea of even learning how to do tricks and stunts too. In fact one could learn to make quite a living off of that.

I’m in my 30’s now, and I learned to ride a bike for the first time almost over 20 years ago. I remember being so scared too, was just a kid, but everyone including my brothers were doing it, so why shouldn’t I be doing it too? I was afraid, that’s why… afraid I’d fall from my bike for the umpteenth time, afraid my brothers wouldn’t accept me. Believe it or not, acceptance plays a crucial role for a lot of people. I never gave it much stock as an adult, but as a kid? It meant everything… kids laughing at me with my silly looking helmet and my four wheel bike with the training wheels on the back.

I remember one time I left my bike out and it was stolen. The pain of that never really struck me in full force, but I did realize I was being careless with my things. I would leave them out anywhere and do whatever I wanted, unknowing that this world was looking to make me trip and fall, ands teal from me.

The ice cream man I gave fifteen bucks to, and instead of giving me change he drove off while I remain ignorant to the concept of change, eating my ice cream… having just been robbed by someone who drives around and is intended on spreading joy and sweets to the children.

Or my first experience with bullies and learning to roller skate, all in the same evening. Tripped, and made to fall on my ass as the kids who bullied me just laughed at being powerful and stronger over someone else, and was it not for my mom who came running out, I also wouldn’t know what strength, protection and even love felt like.

And so my experience became a truthful one… my bike, my pain, my suffering. Feeling like a lost child in a vast world of bullies and thieves, stealing my bike and tripping me whenever they get a chance to.

So what does the adult life do? I work jobs that don’t appreciate me, and for bosses who slave-drive me for pennies on the dollar. I’m forced to pay high amounts of cash to advance my education, and equally forced to pay more cash for simple things such as having a car, having a roof over my head, just… anything. When someone holds me at gunpoint I can no longer rely on my mom to come to my rescue, and when bullies challenge me this time, there is the possible chance that it can end in violence.

The world has changed and I learned to ride my bike… the only difference now is that being a kid, riding a bike meant wonder and a chance to enter a brave new world.

As an adult, riding a bike is a chore, and often times I wish I were a kid again.

Adulting is hard…

User Comments

I hate being an adult sometimes. I never really noticed when it happened; one day I had bills, and I was paying them, and I realized that for a while I hadn't really asked anybody else to help me out with a nything... and it wasn't to prove a point. I just hadn't done it. It felt good, but also very isolated. Sometimes, I think we'd all be a lot better off if we remembered more of what it was like to be children.


I've always enjoyed being an adult, but I too believe that we could learn a lot from kids if we paid them a litlte more attention and learned to regard each other more highly.


It's a hard, but necessary step, being an adult. I don't know. I don't have any answers, but I do appreciate what I have all the more when it's my own hard-earned dollars that've earned it for me, even if I feel they should have brought me more than what they did. 


Shit. I'm never going to grow up xD I don't care. I'll work, I'll pay bills. I did things I didn't want to do in return for the things I did want as a kid, too. I'll play video games and watch dumb cartoons when I'm 80 years old. Hope a few of you are there with me!!


I was almost an adult when I finally learned to ride a bike. Likewise I was late to learning other things, like money management... stuff like that. It's crazy, sometimes, to think of how I saw adulthood as a child, but... there's really not that much we can do as kids that we can't as adults. I still read, write, watch cartoons (right there with you, Green) and play games, and I still feel the same giddy sense of "bad fun" when I light a campfire.