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That's life, innit...

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Life is a roller coaster of ups and downs.

Or maybe it’s like a swim in the sea where there are beautiful fish and man-eating sharks; colourful corals and deadly jellyfish; calm waters and treacherous whirlpools.

Or perhaps it’s more like a dodgy minestrone soup with tasty bits, and chewy bits you wish you hadn’t discovered.

Simultaneously there are wonderful things and really bloody awful things going on in our lives.

But then, isn’t that always the case?
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21 comments

Jimmy Bastard said...

Life is akin to a deep fried Mars bar. It is good in places, sometimes sticky, sometimes not. You always bite off more than you can chew, and it can often be hard to swallow.

Eventually it will kill you in the end, but the overall feeling is one of satisfaction and fulfillment.

Kim Ayres said...

Poet!

Dr Maroon said...

Jimmy does have a touch of the poet about him. Sorta.

Hmmm Kim, I'm detecting a theme here.
Don’t you think we are dreadfully spoiled, such that discomfort or deferment of reward seems intolerable? Difficulties become hopeless tasks because we are unwilling to split them into bits. No? I’ll get me coat.

hope said...

Sounds like a good description of Monday to me. :)

Charlie said...

To answer you question without any gasbaggery, yes.

mapstew said...

Hope you are well.

PI said...

I wish you oodles of tasty bits:)
I wish I could get Jimmy's deep fried Mars bar out of my mind - it's choking me.

Eryl Shields said...

Yes, balance in all things. Without the shit we wouldn't notice fresh air.

Kim Ayres said...

Dr Maroon - good to see your prediliction for talking bollocks has not left you

Hope - I was thinking more sort of Tuesday afternoon, about 2.24pm

Charlie - aye

Mapstew - more or less, a bit of both, or thereabouts

Pat - amazingly I've lived in Scotland for over 21 years and yet I've never tried one. Haggis, single malt whisky, porridge and even shortbread, but never a deep fried mars bar. And yet, every time I hear the bagpipes I feel thougts turning to one...

Eryl - every day I wake up and thank the lord I no longer have to change nappies

Phil said...

slogging through the shit is better than the alternative. some days.

Namaste.

savannah said...

yes.


and today is one of those glorious/happy/wonderful days that can make a person forget all the other sad/depressing/lonely ones.
xoxoxo

Attila The Mom said...

Yep. I guess if everything was always good, we wouldn't appreciate it as much. But lately I wish the "bloody awful" bits weren't so freaking awful.

Sini said...

So it is.

Kanani said...

good and bad...simultaneously
Yes, that's right.

Kim Ayres said...

Phil - it depends what alternatives you have

Savannah - I'm so pleased for you :)

Attila - sigh, yes, I know :(

Sini - it is so

Kanani - :)

the broken down barman said...

to me, life means the constant survival of backstabbing and double standards, the gossip and the jealousy, simmering hatred and envy. its not a pretty word

Restaurant Gal said...

I used to dread the "other shoe" dropping. The dread colored all the good that was happening around me. I finally accepted rather than dreaded the shoe drops. It makes the good stuff so much better, and it takes the power away from the shoe drop. I'm glad I chose this post to re-visit your wonderful blog. :)

Kim Ayres said...

BD Barman - you're in a place where you're only seeing half the world. I hope you find a way through it soon

RG - welcome back :)

Bella said...

hi there! life's travels are mysterious indeed!

Sarah said...

yep.

Kim Ayres said...

Bella - welcome to my ramblings and thanks for taking the time to comment :)

Sarah - aye

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