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do you know that point where you are right on the edge, exactly one second away from a downhill roller coaster ride? it's terrifying, and i always wish the cart would stop and slowly retreat. all that excitement as i queued to go on the ride would evaporate and a rush of regret flows in. but what the fuck did i expect? i nodded to the choice of adventure and i should have known that it will come in a package of two: ups and downs. life is a parachute jump; taking a chance, falling over and getting up. i should be prepared to go the whole way, instead of avoiding the bends and turns. it's not abnormal to feel nauseated as one rides through life. but if i believe that the track is my destiny and that the cart is a reliable toy that will eventually stop, i might as well enjoy the view and relish the butterflies.

the world is a theme park, and i'd choose a roller coaster ride anytime instead of littering my time away going around and around on the carousel.