I love rollercoasters.
The rush, the thrill, the speed, the adrenaline kick, I love it.
But I hate rollercoasters. The type that confuse you and make you feel dread and anxiety, I’m not talking about those machines we get on at Six Flags but those little roller coasters that life involuntarily puts us on. Like love.
Its supposed to be a good thing but with it (sometimes) comes passion and with that comes pain. Alot of it. But love is only one little rollercoaster, things,ideas like friendship 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 half 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 its up to us to make the right one. All we can do is make sure that we do choose the right reaction.