Rollercoaster

Sometimes in life you are forced to go on a rollercoaster ride:

You are there not because you want to be there, but because you are with someone "who really had to go on that ride" and you came along with them.

Waiting in line is nerve-racking, but when you sit down and strap, that's when your stomach starts churning.

As the cart goes up the ramp slowly, with each "clack-clack-clack" sound you ask yourself "Why am I here?" & "How did I get into this awful position in my life?" Then you realize that these questions are not helping and you decide to focus on getting this over quickly. After what seems like hours and as you're finally reaching the top of the ramp, that's when you really get anxious. You are literally waiting for everything to drop, but you have absolutely no control or even knowledge of when the cart will plummet to the ground and take you along with it.

The ride itself is so crazy and bumpy that you hardly notice yourself crying, screaming and shouting. You know it is happening, but everything is a big blur and in a sense you are glad this is the case…

Then, without really noticing it, the ride is over and you get out of the cart, walking slowly. Most people stumble for a couple of steps, some turn green and throw up, a few are crying (out of fear or excitement or relief, you are not really sure…).

Slowly things get back to their normal pace, and you feel like you can start heading to the next crazy ride in the park.

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After some time (maybe days, maybe months) you look back at it, and think to yourself that it was terrifying and rough, but you made it through. You may even feel a bit proud of yourself for having gone over the rollercoaster fearlessly, and you can now look back into life with a new perspective.

Then, as always, life simply goes on…