The carousel of the life

The mountain has its top and bottom.

 

The love has its passion and break ups.

The life has its spring and autumn.

While sitting on the edge of my mountain I can say this: when you climb to your mountain you can go down and climb again and again. Only if you wish. It is like American carousel- you are screaming when you are going down and when you go up you are full of fear, not knowing what is going to happen when you will be on the top. Up and down, forward and backward… There are no straight lines and trajectories. In your lifetime track you can be out of breath, strength and patience. It makes you sick like long distance runway, it makes you thirsty like herring, and it makes you stop the carousel, get out of it and safely walk away. In this path you can hear birds, feel the pleasant shadow of the trees, smell flowers, and you can feel free about hard ground, it doesn’t hurt your feet.

The biggest problem is if you found such path it is not everlasting. After the corner you can see pit, gravel ends, swamp begins, after that swamp you can see expressway, which later on turns into broken bridge with the hole in the middle. Is that the end of your path?

No.  After a while you can see the carousel, the one you tried to avoid by turning the other way.

Every beginning has its ending and every ending has its beginning. Look for it, even if you are standing on the edge of your mountain or broken bridge, the one you can’t conquer.

  

You can’t conquer it, for now.