Life is a journey. It takes us on ups and downs, like a roller coaster. We ride the coaster because there are some good, exciting parts that keeps us going even after we go through the bad parts. Optimism.
Sometimes, the coaster is a drag. It’s slow, it has no exciting parts. You’ve waiting forever for what you thought was going to be a fun time, and it was a dud.
That’s where I’m at right now. I’m on a dud roller coaster. Yes, I’m guilty of continuing to get back on the coaster, knowing full well that it’s boring as hell. There are no adventurous turns. I’m in the dark most of the time. I’ve paid full price to get on the ride. No discounts. There are no refunds. It’s too late. I’m sitting in the seat and there are no seat belts. Hold on, get a good grip, you’re on for the duration.
I have to admit, sometimes I want to jump from the ride mid-stream. I want to get the hell off the ride, not caring where I land or where my mangled body will end up.
Those feelings are getting more frequent.
I think I’ve reached the point of no return. The fear of what will happen after I jump is not as bad as sticking with the boring ride. It’s getting to that point.
I’m listening to Nina Simone, Feeling Good.