I don’t know much about surfing, except that Craig taught me to body surf; I did not have a core stability and strength to stand up before I plummeted into the cold waters of Samurai Beach in Newcastle, Sydney. It was a humbling and fun experience, save the part where I scrapped along the abrasive sandy beach, underwater. I am more at home surfing the bandwidth tunnel of the Internet for nuggets of resources. However, when I find a nice, yet controversial website I may share it with like-minded friends.
Last week, I found a nice stretch of relatively empty road to cycle on. Except for the occasional car turning off at the far end of this desolated stretch, I had a straight and clear pathway to sprint and cover some sensible distance. I hate junk miles, as time is a valued commodity for me. I aim to have stress-free, safe and uncluttered roads to ride on; I welcome the occasional headwind.
It is like finding a new, secret surf spot; I hear that possessive surfers may eject fledglings and strangers both verbally or physically. Keeping confidences enhances its cult-like status of elite and hardcore surfers – not that the distinction between the two groups is explicitly clear.
You will realize, eventually, that popular sites will attract other curious, adventurous and explorers in search of new thrills, spills and landfills. My secret will not go unnoticed for too long, as others will discover by accident or incident, and be shared by others whether I like or not.
This leads to me consider what else confidential I hoard? Do you hoard knowledge? Are you possessive of certain friends? Do you share your clientele freely with associates and business partners? Do you selectively offer full disclosure? How reliable are you keeping other people’s secrets? Can you carry a secret to the grave?
I think I’ll go for a ride shortly and enjoy my claim, until another cyclist joins in the fun. Then there’s this 6 0’clock guy on his Specialised road-bike…
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