Battling with herself, in whether or not to stand behind her husband’s dreams of owning a heavyset motorcycle, after all, it is, his, lifelong dream, and he’d, given everything he had, to his loved ones, translated…
After reading “Giving it a Shot” on January 21st, the writer in order to take one regret off her husband’s bucket list, she’d chosen to let go, to let him live his dreams, and stood behind him in his entrepreneurship in midlife, it’d, touched me.
My husband’s dreams consisted of owning a heavyset motorcycle, to feel the wind in his face. A decade ago, he’d passed his motorist license test, he was, a step closer to this dream of his, there was, a long time, that during the weekends or holidays, we’d, gone touring to the heavyset motorcycle shops.
to do this…photo from online…
But, the cost of one motorcycle runs in the million dollar range, it wasn’t, a normal family with regular wages can afford, plus, there were, the news of how people were killed and injured seriously in these, motorist accidents, and so, I wasn’t, supportive of him owning a heavyset motorcycle. Besides, my husband is not tall, and after he’d gained weight in midlife, he’d looked more like a “potato, with four toothpicks” after he’d fitted himself in the leather attire for riding, too far from “handsome”. The pressures from the household economics, his wife’s worries, plus not looking as thrifty as he thought he would after getting equipped up, he’d decided, to temporarily, drop this dream of owning a heavy motorcycle, to save up the money, and lose some weight first.
At the end of last year, he’d come to me, timidly, said, that there was a heavy set motorcycle made in Taiwan, that’s, a bit cheaper, and fitted to his height. “I’m getting older now, I won’t ride too fast, you shouldn’t worry, plus, I’m 55 next year, if I don’t buy it now, I won’t have another chance to see my dreams come true!” And, seeing how sorrowful and pitiful he’d looked, I’d, bitten down hard, closed my eyes, then, nodded at him.
He’d gladly told all his friends and families, but, the voices stacked up against him. All who knew him, tried deterring him due to reasons of safety, and how he’s, older, and blamed me for not putting an end to his nonsense, and he’d, become, hesitant.
Not long thereafter, he’d tossed out the cherished photographs of those heavyset motorcycle that he’d gone to look at three times a day, and decided to give it all up. I’d asked him, out of shock, repeatedly, are you sure? Don’t you think it’ll be a shame? He said, that his hobby had, caused so many that he’d cared about to worry over him, that it wasn’t, worth it.
Of course, I was very happy, that this, was the end of that, but, as I’d, thought about how hard he’d, saved every last penny he’d earned to give to this family, and only had this “small” dreams that’s his own, that he’d dreamed of his whole life, and couldn’t see come true, I’d felt, a bit, bad for him. And after reading, “Rolling that die”, I’d thought, that maybe, I should be like the writer, and just, support my husband, in his dreams too.
And so, after her husband finally gave up the thought of owning a heavyset motorcycle, this woman should be hooraying, but she wasn’t, because she’d realized, that it was her husband’s lifelong dream to own a heavyset motorcycle, and, that if she doesn’t support him, then, who will?