While waiting for the Brighton bound train to go to Gatwick Airport to drop Leonie off, I was strike by how unbelievably helpless I felt having my schedule inhibited by someone else, by an electronic destination board that tell me when my train will arrived and how many time it will stop before reaching to my destination.

Looking around at the platform before the Brighton train arrived, I noticed that the commuters have the exact same blank expression, they look as if they were on auto-pilot, simply letting their body do the work of bringing their tired mind home while they read the latest garbage in the freesheet, looking at the advertising around the station platform, fiddling on their mobile phone desperately trying to find a reason to use it, be it’s Angry Bird, Facebook or even just deleting old texts they grew bored of reading over and over again.

It’s funny how people lives revolved around commuting, somehow we no longer relied on our personal schedule, but on others whom decided that we should wait 15 minutes to get home.

It also made me realised the extraordinary freedom of something so simple as riding a bicycle, perhaps it’s the only vehicle that actually made commuting astonishingly enjoyable with such freedom that we can actually choose to be early, late or simply ride to another destination other than the safety of our home.