The Roller Coaster
I used to ride the roller coaster. I wasn't afraid of the unknown. I would dive into life with no regard for possible failure or disappointment, that was something that happened to other people. But one day, my roller coaster crashed. I lived to tell the tale, but never jumped back in the saddle. I thought I would ride it again, I would purchase my ticket, put in my time in line, sometimes even crawl into the seat, grabbing the safety rail, white knuckled, but still there! Every time, however, just as the cars began to move, I would leap out, leaving behind everything I had invested to get there. But..... I never crashed. Looking back now, I see the trail of self destruction & wonder what my life would be like if I had stayed in that car, white knuckles and all, and rode the roller coaster to the finish. Sure, it might be scary, it might even crash, but what if it was ok? What if it was even fun? Would it have been worth it? I think so. Today I am back at the roller coast...