"Any Why, Can Bear Any How!"

I could’ve sold the bike.
But I’m the type that believes things like this have a soul.
Could’ve said “maybe next month,” or “maybe next year,”
or let it rust in that garage like a thousand other memories—
unrealized chances.

But I didn’t.

Because, like me, it had more left to do.

I asked How?—and that single question changes everything.

It wasn’t about proving anything. Not to anyone.
Not even to myself.
Because proof implies doubt.
And I NEVER had that.

What I had was curiosity. Grit.
A compass pointed forward, and the discipline to follow it.

The Build, The ride? This chance?
It wasn’t a challenge I had to overcome.
It was an opportunity I created.

It’s a mirror.
And the reflection is of

The man I am proud to be.

Every mile was a conversation
between who I was
and the essence of who I am.

Every moment of doubt, every storm,
every silence between towns,
every single stinging raindrop in the face—
that was the toll.

And I paid it gladly.

Because I knew it would refine, design, shape, and mold.
Growth doesn’t happen without sacrifice.
And I’m willing to be better.

This is something that only happens alone.

Not unlike the machine I built,
I, too, have more to offer.

"I can do this!"
what else can I build, do, accomplish?
Are there obstacles I can’t overcome?

Because if there are,
I haven’t met them yet.

When you stop asking Why me?
and start asking How now?,
you stop living in circles—
and start building a life with direction.

People think a journey like this is about escape.

They’re wrong.

This was about integration.
Clarity.
Peace.
Pushing until everything extra falls off—
and what remains is solid.
Pure.
True.

I didn’t ride to find myself.
I rode because I am.

And in the end, no one had to believe in it.
I didn’t need to record every mile, or monologue it all.
Because I wasn’t chasing belief—

I am the living answer.