'From one wheel to no wheel.'
So, my unicycle was stolen. Nicked. Pilfered. It happened almost a week ago now, and it still hasn't sunken in, really. And I'm not entirely sure why. Friends here at uni have remarked on how they are angrier about it than I am, to which I've replied that it would be ridiculous to be upset over a unicycle.
But of course, it's not ridiculous at all. That wheel has been my main mode of transportation for going on two years. It was one of the few things I missed when I was in America, to the extent that I almost laid out $200 to replace it whilst I was over there. Riding it makes me feel happy, and free. It beats walking by a longshot. I should be a hell of a lot angrier than I am.
So why aren't I?
Well, first I know that anger isn't going to do anything. I can yell and scream all I want, but that's not gonna make the wheel turn up in my room un-announced. I also know that I have my other(larger) unicycle in storage in Dorset, and upon my next trip home I shall return with it(and a sturdier lock, to be sure).
The main reason I'm so calm about this, though, is my faith that this is all part of the plan. I'm not religious, and I certainly don't believe in some kind of universal consciousness, but I do believe in causality. Every single event since the beginning of time has led up to that unicycle getting taken from me. There's a reason it's not in my possession anymore, there's a logic to it's disappearance. And that gives me an odd comfort, and I know that this could be the universe where I get my wheel back at some point. I hope to see it again soon, and whilst I have that hope I can't feel anger.
Which is a very mature perspective. On a unicycle.
