I’ve never been on a moto bike. Always held onto an extreme fascination and haulting fear associated with the power and freedom that comes when these two wheels hit an asphault lined road. Lack of knowledge, a lapse in control. The caution from other’s horror stories and badasseries conducted by those who crave the adrenaline rush of what’s defined as reckless living has keep me at a stagnate standstill somewhere in the middle ground. Curating a Moto Campout with Seaweed & Gravel spun my wheels on more than just what it feels like to hop onto the back of a bike. It made me think about fear and how it fuels or deflates existence.
There’s an emotion instilled in us at the start of our youth. To question, to speculate, to distance ourselves from the unknown and often, for most of us, to steer clear from the things that are perceived as dangerous. For the skeptical and cautious, this emotion, this fear may halt one in their tracks. Through tunneled visions and limited facts, those that are cautious begin setting boundaries + limiting life’s experiences.
And then there are those who take a look at this emotion and determine that it is not their own. With a rebellious spirit, the curious + the courageous charge forward. They use the discomforts of the unknown as fuel to push through the fear. Some, soaking in every bit of knowledge to achieve, others stumbling along the way. Either way, they’re pursuit to persevere and know the unknown leads them down the same dusty road.
There’s no difference in the cautious and the rebellious other than the use of fear as fuel to achieve the unknown. And this fuel, called fear inhibits or enables living fully. As individuals + collectively a whole. And every action taken to shift fear into action is one step further from cautious to rebellious and one step closer to achieving the unknown.