What a ride!!
Hang on tight, the ride is about to hit the bumps where if you aren't careful, you become part of the track. Smooshed under the ride, trying to figure out what just happened.
The ride is almost always amazing, which is why we go and stand back in line, patiently waiting for our turn to come around again. Everyone usually gets a chance to feel the exhilaration of the ride as it slowly climbs to the top. Some people choose to get off while it is still moving fairly slow and they can exit without hardly any bumps or bruises, but by choosing to take the easy exit, they miss out on the excitment of things to come and the slight chance that they will pull in at the end of the ride and finally get to more rides, for there is always another ride.
Others choose to hold a little tighter and finish the climb, just long enough to see the rest of the track out in front of them and then decide that it is going to be too much of a ride to handle and talk themselves out of going on with the rest of the ride. Whether it be out of fear or remembering what happened on the last ride, they exit left and go get back in line or they might even stand on the sideline for a while because it is more in their comfort zone. Either way it usually consists of one deciding they can't or won't finish the ride.
There are yet others that see the rest of the ride, buckle down, knowing it will be rough, knuckles go white and smiles go broad for the excitment and possiblity of endless joy of the ride is worth the pain and discomfort that goes along with being on the ride. There is a lot of work that is required to get to the end, which in reality, is just the beginning.
Some of us have chosen time and time again to get back onto the ride, only to be thrown back on the track, getting munched by the ride that we were so enjoying. So how is it that one person can be so exhilerated by the experience only to be blindsided out of the ride? I honestly have come to see that, in most instances, it isn't that the other rider doesn't care anymore, but has found reasons, excuses, ect. and talked themselves out of being on the ride out of fear of seeing the end and having to "give up" things in their life rather than focusing on what they could potentially gain.
Just a thought: Anything worth having is hard work, but well worth the fight!
So why do I continue to choose to get back on the ride when I know that there are bumps and bruises, hurt and pain, because eventually I will make it to the end and find that it was all worth it and that the lessons I learned on each on of the trips helped me to become the person that I am. But most importantly, people that I shared those rides with hold a special place in my heart that will never be given to another person and the more love you give and allow yourself to receive, the greater your ability to love the next time. Some of the dearest friends I have today, have been on such a ride with me.
The ride is almost always amazing, which is why we go and stand back in line, patiently waiting for our turn to come around again. Everyone usually gets a chance to feel the exhilaration of the ride as it slowly climbs to the top. Some people choose to get off while it is still moving fairly slow and they can exit without hardly any bumps or bruises, but by choosing to take the easy exit, they miss out on the excitment of things to come and the slight chance that they will pull in at the end of the ride and finally get to more rides, for there is always another ride.
Others choose to hold a little tighter and finish the climb, just long enough to see the rest of the track out in front of them and then decide that it is going to be too much of a ride to handle and talk themselves out of going on with the rest of the ride. Whether it be out of fear or remembering what happened on the last ride, they exit left and go get back in line or they might even stand on the sideline for a while because it is more in their comfort zone. Either way it usually consists of one deciding they can't or won't finish the ride.
There are yet others that see the rest of the ride, buckle down, knowing it will be rough, knuckles go white and smiles go broad for the excitment and possiblity of endless joy of the ride is worth the pain and discomfort that goes along with being on the ride. There is a lot of work that is required to get to the end, which in reality, is just the beginning.
Some of us have chosen time and time again to get back onto the ride, only to be thrown back on the track, getting munched by the ride that we were so enjoying. So how is it that one person can be so exhilerated by the experience only to be blindsided out of the ride? I honestly have come to see that, in most instances, it isn't that the other rider doesn't care anymore, but has found reasons, excuses, ect. and talked themselves out of being on the ride out of fear of seeing the end and having to "give up" things in their life rather than focusing on what they could potentially gain.
Just a thought: Anything worth having is hard work, but well worth the fight!
So why do I continue to choose to get back on the ride when I know that there are bumps and bruises, hurt and pain, because eventually I will make it to the end and find that it was all worth it and that the lessons I learned on each on of the trips helped me to become the person that I am. But most importantly, people that I shared those rides with hold a special place in my heart that will never be given to another person and the more love you give and allow yourself to receive, the greater your ability to love the next time. Some of the dearest friends I have today, have been on such a ride with me.
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