I love rollercoasters.
The rush, the thrill, the speed, the adrenaline, I love it.
But I hate rollercoasters. The type that confuse you and give you anxiety, I’m not talking about the attractions at Six Flags but those little roller coasters that life involuntarily puts us on. Like love.
It’s supposed to be a good thing, but love (sometimes) comes passion and with passion comes pain. A lot of it. But love is only one little rollercoaster, friendships and other things can also be such wild rides.
Life itself is just this crazy ride we’ve been thrown on. You never know what to expect. It may start slow, but then it picks up speed, and the next thing you know you’re being hurled around at 70mph. For some of us the exact opposite happens, we just never know.
The important thing is where we end up when the ride is over. And that all depends on how well we hold on, and how well we react to the twist and turns that it brings us.
Do we let go easily? Do we try to jump off before its over? Do we grab the bar as tight as we can? Do we scream our lungs out, close our eyes, and brave it? Do we have that determination to hold on until the end?
That’s why I hate these roller coasters. It forces so many decisions on us, and it’s up to us to make the right one.