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Happy and free to do stupid things

I got off work at 8:30 p.m., and it was still raining

By taylor janePublished 2 years ago 2 min read
Happy and free to do stupid things
Photo by Alvin Leopold on Unsplash

8:30 PM work, at this time it is still raining, this morning is riding a bike, his bike does not have fenders so do not plan to ride back, led out of the company door after midnight snack, drizzle like wool, consciously do not have to use an umbrella, no umbrella to play, several ideas in the mind to fight: Walk back? Noooo! Take a cab back? Noooo! Call my wife to pick me up? Noooo! I walked straight across the road and saw the shared bikes, red, yellow, blue and green, and swept a yellow one, for no other reason than that the yellow operating area covered the neighborhood where I lived. Wipe the seat with the sleeve, ride on the pedal happily to go home, along the way one hand holding the handle, one hand holding the collar, do not want to let the wind blow in.

An autumn rain and a cold, gradually raining more and more, I began to doubt my decision, why do not want to pay a few dollars more to take a car, to suffer this crime in this rainy day, I am not poor to this point, I this stingy Grandet. I just don't want to give in to the conventional thinking that you have to get out of the rain when it rains, I like to be unique, I think life is an experience, I should experience the behavior of those who do not follow the conventional thinking, riding home on a rainy night, such simple things, not everyone will do, because people think it is stupid, However, I feel that in addition to doing smart things for smart people, life should also do some stupid things that will not cause any harm to others or oneself, because this is also a manifestation of freedom. I can let myself move forward freely in the rain, listen to my favorite music, even if my eyes are blurred, even if my clothes are wet, even if people around me look at me with strange eyes. So what? Now I'm free, I don't care, I like this moment, this self...

The long road of life, I am a traveler, not a traveler, everyone's end is the same, there is no need to hurry to arrive, and the line and feel the scenery along the way.

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taylor jane

The sun's last kiss upon the sea,

A golden glow that warms the soul;

A moment of peace, a moment of beauty,

As day fades and night unfolds.

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