Whoever first came up with the analogy comparing life to a circus ride, seems to be remarkably spot on, doesn’t he?
The motions of life are not in my control and time will eventually take me through them whether I like it or not. Somewhat like a drive through take away where what you choose from the menu possibly would impact the course of your journey.
There are times during this circus ride that I feel sick. So sick of the choices made by the other riders whom I can see around me.
I remember when I was in elementary school and our teacher posed us with a choice which at the time seemed revolutionary: We had the liberty to write with a pen and not confine ourselves to our pencil set.
I remember how a sudden excitement began to emerge in the classroom, how some of my 8 year old friends became the go-to folks for deciding which pens to use. There was a massive acceptance for what seemed like a step ahead in life. At 8, we knew we were taking a step ahead in life.
I remember being confused. I liked using my pencils and continued to use them until I was forced to choose otherwise. The notion of materialistic upgrades and the involuntary glee that generally surrounds it escaped me.
I felt sick.
Today I am 24 and find myself facing similar situations. The new upgrade that my fellow riders are harping about is an automobile. A piece of congregated hardware that serves to transport you from an origin to a destination. I wish it were as simple. I wish there were no choices. These are not matters that deserve our time and attention. There are misplaced priorities at work here.
I feel sick.