Carnival Rides

Life is like a carnival ride. The unstable ones with the chipping paint and rusty bolts that you could go flying right out of at any given second. You don’t ask to be on the ride, of course, that would be too easy. But you”re there none the less so you hold as tight as you possibly can to the flimsy metal bar in front of you until your knuckles turn white and you hope to God that you don’t go flying out. But of course, it isn’t just spinning, it’s dropping and flipping and tossing you up in the air but the worst part isn’t how it can make you sick to your stomach from time to time, the worst part is when you think the ride is over, and it goes into a triple corkscrew that scrambles your brain and makes you wonder how much more you can take. Yeah, life is like a carnival ride.