Life’s Roller Coaster
Roller Coasters are stimulating for some…and a phobia for others, but at the end of the day, lived by everyone. I’ve never seen a truer representation of life. We anticipate the future, encounter the ride, and re-live the moment. There are highs, lows and lulls. We never forget the anticipation of what’s to come, the encounter of what is and the reactions of the people next to us.
When we leave the platform we reckon we can see the future. We read the rules while waiting in line, but it’s left up to our interpretation during the journey. The track is pretty clear, the obstacles in front of us are sized up. We are anticipating the ride. We’re going up the first huge hill. We look at the person next to us and either show emotion or bottle it up. Any idiot that says, “I’m not frightened.” is just that…an idiot. Fool, you didn’t design the tracks. You didn’t build the coaster. The thing could go flying off in a second. Then…I guess you would be frightened. Never forget that we’re riding…not driving. Dread is normal, but faith is the belief that we’ll make it through. This part of the ride is the thinking time.
When anticipation turns to encounter. We reckon we know, but then, when we’re in the situation we don’t reckon, we react. We take our view and apply them making them actions. We live it. We feel it. We go through ups, downs and lulls. Ups are the simple times, the times for quickly releasing what we went through and anticipating the next go. Downs are the extreme feelings. Experiencing emotions that only occur in these situations. The loss of hegemony, edginess, dread of the unknown, euphoria, joy…whatever deep emotion, bottom line it’s experienced during these times. For some excellent…for some terrible, but always memorable. The lulls, the flat spot in the tracks are things we can never really dredge up, but beyond doubt did encounter. Every ride has blah times, times that bridge us from one memory to the next.
The cars are all connected. We just choose our seat. When people ride a ride, the feelings are individual, but they share the trip. We know what we went through, and some people want to talk about it and some don’t. The bottom line is we encounter the coaster with people. At the end of the ride, we’re the only ones who really know how we feel. Other people tell us their experiences and we match that up with our own, but most times the words we use to describe doesn’t completely clarify all…it’s the cliff note translation. We choose how much we listen to other’s experiences. It was fantastic….it was scary….all we compare the ride to is what we plotting was going to happen and what others are saying. But, have a filter when listening to others. The is the person who says they reacted one way, but the snapped depiction always shows a different face. The person we reckon we described may not be what every person else sees. The only alternative is to be real. Tell people what we reckon and never be worried to be incorrect. Now and again being incorrect is just marking things off the list until we find out what is right. Listening to others who have watched us.
Life is a roller coaster that we all wait in line to ride. After the wait in line, we are questioned to do nothing but ride. We learn what we can hegemony, but the toughest learning is long-suffering what we can’t. Lacking something to change is only worthwhile if it can. We start the bottling of feelings as we take the trip up. Stored up inside of us and unhindered as we go through. We encounter emotions that we never plotting doable before we feel them. We hold on. We converse with the people we’re with, verbally and non verbally. Insults and jokes…a pet foreign Foreign language. We now and again lose hegemony. We now and again play it cool. We catch our breath. We can’t speak. We encounter it. The key to enjoying the ride is not to focus on what we’re doing next, since we’ll forget what we’re doing now. The key to enjoying the ride is not to focus on what we just did, since we’ll forget what we’re just doing. Waiting in line is what got us to where we are now and we reckon we know where we’re going after, but that’s always subject to change depending on the outcome of the ride. We may change our plans. Maybe that trip to the bathroom is no longer needed…or too small too late;). The past will never change, we never get back the time we waited in line. The bestow…roller coasters of our lives, are all different, but similar. The future is now and again varying, now and again predicted exactly, but always becoming the bestow.
Author: Paul Dickens
Condition Source: EzineArticles.com
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