Imagine you are standing in line for your favorite amusement park ride, likely a coaster that takes you up so many feet or miles above the ground. You feel nervous, so nervous you can’t breathe!
I’ve been there, done that. Now, imagine that you’ve reached the front of that line, maybe it was short, maybe it was long. I’ve been in both.
Finally, imagine for a moment that you’ve been seated by a ride operator or crew member. The safety restraints have been situated where appropriate and you’re about to soar!
This, my friends, is a picture of life itself. The coaster soars, flips, dives, soars again, then comes to a stop minutes later. You feel the release of the restraints and say, “Aww man, why did it have to be so short!?” Well, guys, roller coasters are shorter than the roller coaster of life itself. There are days right now where you will soar above the stars, and other days where you fall so hard you want to say you split your head wide open. The safety bars hold you in, and there seems to be nothing you can do about it.
Well, I am almost drained, no energy left, so last night and early this morning is a downward dive. I would rather float than literally fall through my seat. One day, I’m soaring above the rafters as I’m sitting at a party, just by happenstance I’m sitting with a few guys I do and do not know, and feeling like for one small moment I’m understood. The next three days later, someone tells me never to speak to someone I care about, someone else is cruel, a third person sits there spreading rumors that are untrue about me. I break. I hope that a few days later, I soar again. This is what life is, and some people can indeed float above while the coaster falls, but others, like myself, we fall hard. Well, unlike the amusement park coasters we ride every day, this particular coaster everyone is on will last for as long as your operator, God, wills it to last. And there’s no room to say “Aww man, why did it have to end?”