“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― Douglas Adams
I sometimes think life is a bit like a roller coaster.
By the time it gets going, there's no getting off. No turning back.
Suddenly you're strapped in, your sunglasses fell off your head, the guy behind you is screaming uncontrollably and you wonder what would happen if the entire thing veered off the track.
Some parts are horribly uncomfortable,
and others make you feel like everything is weightless and serene.
The dips always lead to a turn, and whenever you hit a low, a high point isn't far behind.
But no matter what, you're stuck there, feeling every little bump and unexpected flip, until the end.
Some find this exhilarating, others later throw up their chili dog.
I feel like that now. Sometimes I'll be sitting there, doing something completely average, and think "What the hell did I get myself into?" It could be traffic, it could be homework, but whatever it is, I end up looking around, entirely dumbfounded, trying to figure out how I got here, and whose brilliant idea this all was anyway.
What if something happens? What if I get in a car accident, or lose someone I love, or end up a complete and utter failure? What if I lose my future children in the grocery store? Why was I born here, and not somewhere else? Why didn't I consider these things before deciding I should come into this world and deal with all this nonsense in the first place? And where did all of these people come from? There are so. many. people.
Well, regardless of all that, I'm here. Strapped in, experiencing one rapid twist after the next. Just like the other 7 billion people on this planet. The good news is I haven't yet thrown up a chili dog.
Does anyone else feel this way sometimes? Or just during finals season?
Happy Saturday! Do something fun.
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