Unreasonable
#2053
Right now, a bunch of crazy human beings are pushing themselves to their limits in the deserts of Saudi Arabia in one of the toughest competitions in motorsports: the Dakar.
Every evening, I watch their stories in awe.
In particular, the motorcyclists competing in the Malle Moto category.
These guys are doing the whole race on their own. They don’t have a supporting team, no mechanics, no assistance. They sleep in tents and do their own vehicle maintenance.
They are not famous. They are not professional riders. Most of them are not rich.
They are every day men and women with one thing in common.
A burning passion for something utterly unreasonable.
Competing in the Dakar is just foolish.
It costs a lot of money and effort just to get to the starting line.
The race is incredibly tough and demanding.
The risk of crashing or experiencing technical problems is very high.
The chances of finishing the Dakar are very thin.
In a moment, years of effort can disappear in the dust.
And for what?
For most of them, there’s no fame at the end.
Yet, that light in their eyes.
The aliveness in their smiles and in their tears.
I feel more alive just by watching them.
They remind me that sometimes, we have to do something that makes no sense to make sense of our lives.
To feel human.
To be human.
I need to do more unreasonable things.