The Never Ending Carousel

Round and round. 

Life spins, so fast that you don’t notice at first. The light then dark. The high then low. And here you sit on your perch. Held up high then dipped a little low. A pattern we all follow.

The carousel of life…

I never thought of life as an old carnival ride until a tiny girl summed up her week as the never ending carousel. Each day held together by the path of routine. The pattern essentially the same day in and day out.

Yet every day held a slightly different pattern.

An unexpected dip, or a languid rise.

We sit in the comforting knowledge that our day can only go in one direction. Wake up, eat, dress, go to work and come home. We each have our own little piece of earth. A space we call our own that is specifically demarcated for us as individuals. We’re close enough to wave and smile but never do we ever intentionally cross into someone else’s path. Each person has their own direction to follow. Much like each point on the carousel, we move together in the same direction. The destination for each of us is so different yet exactly the same.

Each dip a new low point. Each rise a new story painted with glory and triumph. And every day we get to the point where we start moving again in the same direction towards the same goals. We have the same arguments, the same inside jokes and the same feeling of fulfillment as we had started off with…

 F. Scott Fitzgeraldsaid, “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” (The Great Gatsby)

And from experience, that is exactly how we move through life…

Instead of moving forward, we remain in exactly the same place, moving round and round. The past both the reason we’re running and the reason we can not leave. The longer we’re on the carousel the more disillusioned we become. The intrigue wears off and we’re left bobbing up and down in an endless circle wondering if anything will ever change. We seem to forget that every ride eventually ends. It’s up to us when, where and how. Almost as though we are hypnotized and mind controlled into simply sitting down for the rest of our lives.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve become acutely aware of my ever shortening life span. No one is immortal, as much as many people wish they were, death is inevitable. Which means we can either continue to live our lives in the carousel until all that’s left is the ghost whisper of our presence that lingers on our seat or we can step off and discover a new ride or a new adventure….

Surely, the never ending carousel is simply part of a larger carnival which holds more intriguing and Adrenalin inducing rides. Are you prepared to stay seated in comfort or will you join me in my quest to taste sweeter waters?

The choice is yours…

Will your life always be a never ending carousel?

Currently jumping off the carousel,

April 2, 2016 by Ra'eesah Categories: Diary, Motivation, The World Around MeTags: brokebella, carousel, carousel of life, growing up, my thoughts, never ending, never ending carousel, Thoughts 10 Comments