You know I haven’t been to an actual fair since I was seven.
I remember the childlike excitement that I felt ridign on all the rides (especially the really fast ones). But strangely, I never rode the ferris wheel. At the time I was of course, terrified of teh possibility of actually riding it. I’m sure I would have puked if I had gotten at the top. Instead, I just looked at it. Watched it turn around and around….
But now that I think back to that time, I wish I rode that ferris wheel. If I rode it, then I could have easily gotten off of it and that would have been that.
It’s funny how life is like a ferris wheel. It goes around and around….stopping ever so often to let people off and to let new people on. But it doesn’t shut down when the carnival closes. It just keeps going around and aroung….some people are scared of taking that ride, while others enjoy the rush. Getting at the top is the exilirating rush…the ultimate thrill. And either you can just puke or feel adreline rush through your veins.
No matter what complexities in life people are faced with, they ultimately have to ride the ferris wheel–literally and figuratively.
I’m already the ferris wheel of life…and I can’t get off and on and my pace. I don’t know when I’m gonna reach the peak, but when I do, I hope it’s worth it
(I’m not 100% sure if you will go blind though). haha.
(Looks cool, doesn’t it)