Life inside the helmet
A rider spends half his life inside a helmet- a place that otherwise restricts the view of the world but helps him see the world in a better way.
A helmet is no less than a home. It's your place. Your pride, something that will break itself in an attempt to save you. It's something that has been with you at your very best, but has also been with you when a crash broke you from inside and from the outside. In a world where humans don't save each other, a helmet always does. All it needs is a little care.
Helmet, a place you feel at home,
Home where we are ourselves, a place we don’t hide our feelings or our emotions, time when its only about you and no one else.
We all need to find ourselves. We all are losing ourselves. While trying to adjust and keeping everyone happy, we are losing ourselves. We are constantly surrounded by people and frequently judged and been told what to do and what not to do, how to behave, walk, talk, eat and in addition to all that we are even told who we are.
Most of us don't exactly know who we are and yet accept what people say and put ourselves down. Do you let yourself down on what opinions people make on you? I have let myself down many times but lately what people think matters the least to me.
This is where motorcycling comes in. Time when coping up with the outer world gets suffocating, life inside the helmet brings us back to who we are, slows down everything and provides us time and clarity on things happening around us.
Hiding emotions inside the helmet
While we are trying to deal with all the good and bad happening we tend to hide all those feeling inside the helmet and end up with a smile every time, after a ride we are all smiling and happy, all those worries we have had are long gone.
Communicating through the helmet:
Soon on this path we find that that we are not alone, there are people like us who have fallen in love with machines. People who become your family. A family you can communicate just with eyes inside these helmets. People with same passion who live to ride and enjoy every minute of their life.
Rush of emotions.
Just moments before you are about to get on the track you have rush of emotions, you are happy, you have a beautiful smile inside that helmet. Eyes fully focused. Feeling little nervous inside. Heart pumping faster. You feel safe with your suit. Proud of your improvement on track. Slowly with these rush of emotions you are walking in and out your pit eagerly waiting to lean and cut down your time.
Suddenly you open your eyes and it's time for you to get on track, all those emotions that you were going through happened when you were sitting on a bench near your bike with closed eyes, moments before you got on the bike.
The helmet cuts the rest of the world out.
The silence in there is defeaning as it blocks all the noise and nonsense out. It allows him to calm down. To concentrate. To be a different man altogether.
But it is the man inside the helmet who's made him what he is today. It's this passion that has made him that. And it shines through his eyes, as they scream of the determination of never going down without a fight in what he loves.
He isn't that jolly man anymore inside the helmet. He can see only one thing and he can hear one thing. He can see the finish line some metres ahead of him and can only hear his heart beat in the silence. But that is enough. It's his heart and passion that has taken him a long way.
Don't let the outside noise get inside.
We all are working towards something- something that brings us happiness from inside, something that we can cross any limits for. While we are on this path we get judged by every second person we meet. We get told what to do and what not to do. How our way of approach is wrong and how our ethics will not take us anywhere. When all this wasn't enough we even get told on who we are.
Don't let that noise get into your head. It's something that we all face, something that can easily put you down, make you overthink about what others think.
We need to work on ourselves and make us strong. Strong enough that others opinions matter the least. It's us who decide what to do, what we can do and who we are.
So, don't let the outside noise get inside
In the end, life inside the helmet is loved by so many because it slows you down, makes you concentrate on very few things, all you can listen to is the melody of your motorcycle and your own breath.