This past week has been a little rocky. It’s had a full share of trials and tribulations. Yet, for every “bad” thing that has happened…. something “good” has risen in its place….. somehow.
For that I am grateful.
That is life though, isn’t it? I could come up with a gazillion different analogies tonight. But the one that springs to mind is The Amusement Park. Yep. Life is like an Amusement Park.
Take the rides….for one. Different people enjoy different rides. That is for sure. But the Roller Coasters, the Zippers, the Tilt-A-Whirls…. the ones that scare you, make you feel sick, and anxious, and tense….
Well, a lot of life events are like riding one of those. The whole time you are riding the darn thing… you think… “Oh my gosh. This is scaring the living daylights out of me…. when will it ever end?”…. And once it is over…. you have a source of satisfaction that you made it through. (Some people even say they had fun while they were on the stinking thing.) Either way…. a lot of us get back in line to do it all over again. Ah. Life.
Or maybe it is a bit like going in to the House of Mirrors. Nothing seems quite right. It is disorienting at times. It twists your perception. Even your own vision of your self is skewed. But for as crazy and mixed up as it all seems… sometimes… it strikes you as being….. somehow… …. funny. Ah. Life.
And the Midway. The odds of the games aren’t always in your favor. But every once in a while, the ping pong ball drops into the bowl…. and you get a pet goldfish. You name him Floyd. Yep….. Life.
Tonight, I am glad. I’ve won a lot of goldfish. And I can still find humor in the image in the Hall of Mirrors….. where I have a really long body, and short little legs. I still get all sweaty and nervous…. scared and uptight…. while riding the rides. But I have learned to hang on tight.
I still think the clowns can be a little creepy at times. On the other hand…. I like to tweak their noses.
“I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.” – Charles Dickens