Life is a roller coaster.
This cliche is used so much because it’s… applicable. Sometimes we’re stuck at the top and you can’t complain; the view is breathtaking. Sometimes we’re stuck at the bottom and wonder when the damn thing’s gonna take you to the top already.
But sometimes, it’s neither. And this is what I’ve been feeling lately:
I’m stuck at the top of the figurative roller coaster, yes, but that breathtaking view is something I can’t appreciate at the moment. That’s if I can still see at all, with all the blood rushing to my head.
You see, I’m at the top of the loop-de-loop. The ride is stuck, and I’m stuck hanging upside down. My glasses have fallen off so what little is left of my vision is blurry. My arms hang above my head, swaying with the wind as if in mockery of the situation, and they’re getting numb. Gravity is slowly pulling me loose…
And the only thing keeping me from crashing to the ground a hundred feet below is a flimsy seatbelt.
How’s that for a cliche?