Roller coaster going down

Going through life seems quite like taking a roller coaster. There is its ups and downs.

It takes effort for the roller coaster to go up, against gravity. It is often an upset of equilibrium to go down suddenly from a seemingly stable point.

I think my roller coaster is going down. I find it hard to fit. The trails aren't the correct measurement for me. I hate to mould myself to suit the trails, and I am simply tempted to derail. Skid off the trail, so be it. Anyway, the fixed paths of the trails aren't meant for a roller coaster like me.

It is possibly getting crazy: The world where the roller coaster lives in seems too harsh to be worth living in. And what keeps it steering against all gravity, is in hope to find some touches of nurturance that could soothe the melancholic spirit within it.

The roller coaster, with its streak of rebelliousness, wishes to set a trail which has not existed, that would set it free from the shackles of the fixed trails. It has a vision of its destination, but its cry is that it did not know where it should go to get there.

So ups and downs it shall travel. Who knows what is install? For now, it feels like crashing into a wall, and simply have an excuse to take a break from its crazy world. Then it shall start again when it has healed from the self-inflicted wounds.

For now, it shall sing its melancholic tune to bring sadness to the air around it. Weep with it, and lend it support, and hopefully one day it gets a lift up, and its tune turns from a minor key to a major one.