Motorsports is me.

A recent incident put the possibility of me quitting motorsports right in front of my face for the first time in my life. The incident itself is not important, what it probably implied is. Or at least was. For the first time, I thought about life without motorsports of the two wheeled kind. (Four wheels are for girls remember?;-)). And I realized a few things.
I realized what motorsports mean to me. Motorsports to me mean a lot of things that my self stands for. A lot of things that define me. The demand for MORE from life, the hurry to give more back in return, the calculated risk taking thats actually a notch above calculations, the desire to push my limits further, the need for speed and not just in the physical sense, the desire to do my thing whether its fashionable or not, in vogue or not, appreciated or not- or in short call it expression of freedom of my thought and converting it into action. Probably a lot of things more, which I do not have the ability to put in words.
In short, I realized in a very blatant manner that motorsports in not something that I just do, its actually an automatic manifestation of what I am, what I stand for. At the cost of sounding dramatic, I realized that in a way, I am motorsports. And that motorsports in fact is me. I wish I could have said it with less dramatic an effect, but no other words would be able to do justice to what I want to express.

P.S. No, I am not quitting motorsports if you are wondering Mr. Reader! But I cannot bow my head enough to Waheguru for letting me make that statement at the end of it. Thanks are also due to somebody else here but thats a secret that I intend to keep for a little while longer;-)