:: The Rides of Our Lives ::
And so, without warning, it's less than a fortnight to the end of the year.
The end of the year is like the end of a rollercoaster ride.
The ride's the slowest at the beginning, when the rollercoaster climbs slowly up the ramp.
And then, before we know it, it plunges us into the most exhilarating ride of our lives.
Lots of wind. Renders us speechless. And then, we're already at the end of the ride.
Probably the adrenaline kept us so high that we've forgotten much of the ride but remembered that we felt good about it.
And now we're approaching the platform our minds race back in time.
To attempt to recall the highlights of the year that will pass.
Then then we hear:
"You've reached the end of the rollercoaster ride."
"Please remove the safety bar and step safely aside."
"See you and please come again."
There's no time to sit and relish.
There're throngs of people waiting to get into the ride.
And so we step out.
And move along, following blindly, the queue
To the next rollercoaster ride.
No time to think.
And then off we are, all securly seated.
Climbing the ramp once again.
Is it me, or do the rollercoaster rides seem to get faster and shorter every year?