We all like a rush once in a while. Rides are the perfect producer. The swing ride may be one of the best. Round and round. We feel our hearts jump with every dip, our spirits lift with every rise. The wind in your face, hands gripping tight on the chain.
Until it seems to go too long.
Your head starts to spin. You grip the sides as if it were a lifeline. You shout for it to stop but nobody can hear over the cheers, over the wind. Everyone else seems to be enjoying, not noticing your discomfort; not noticing that you may even faint any second.
The ride is life. The passengers are your loved ones. The controller is God. The one who wants to jump off is you.
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