Intro

At first this was meant to be a podcast. I toyed with the idea of letting my voice be heard and thought of having a Frasier Crane moment. But procrastination got the better of me and there was way to much content online already and I became fearful of overcrowding the aural world with similar rhetoric. So I decided to change to an audio essay. Then I got reminded of the production value that needs to go into curating a world class essay worth listening to and finding the correct accompanying music so I gave up on that too. So here I am finding myself, in my comfort zone. Writing.

I both enjoy and hate writing. I’m guessing that love hate relationship has finally brought me here, on an idiot proof platform, where I can express my thoughts, feelings and most importantly and selfishly, documenting some version of my existence, in a stylized manner at that.

The luxury of time is something I’m very familiar with and with that, comes the crippling desire to achieve, want and yearn for something out of reach. During 2020, when the world just decided to push a pause button, I had to take hard introspective looks. Most parts of it, I’ll admit, were in a dark dankly hole I had trouble pulling myself out of. And when I managed to climb out from those depths, I would write little things that were similar to Oprah’s AHA! moments. I’d like to think my age and maturity had something to do with as well. And I decided to be sober during that year (yikes!).

There’s nothing like the clarity of sobriety that makes you ask yourself the hardest questions that keep you up in the middle of the night. And so Riding Solo was born. A sort of answer to all those questions and introspections.