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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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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.
ReplyDeleteEventually it will kill you in the end, but the overall feeling is one of satisfaction and fulfillment.
Poet!
ReplyDeleteJimmy does have a touch of the poet about him. Sorta.
ReplyDeleteHmmm 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.
Sounds like a good description of Monday to me. :)
ReplyDeleteTo answer you question without any gasbaggery, yes.
ReplyDeleteHope you are well.
ReplyDeleteI wish you oodles of tasty bits:)
ReplyDeleteI wish I could get Jimmy's deep fried Mars bar out of my mind - it's choking me.
Yes, balance in all things. Without the shit we wouldn't notice fresh air.
ReplyDeleteDr Maroon - good to see your prediliction for talking bollocks has not left you
ReplyDeleteHope - 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
slogging through the shit is better than the alternative. some days.
ReplyDeleteNamaste.
yes.
ReplyDeleteand today is one of those glorious/happy/wonderful days that can make a person forget all the other sad/depressing/lonely ones.
xoxoxo
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.
ReplyDeleteSo it is.
ReplyDeletegood and bad...simultaneously
ReplyDeleteYes, that's right.
Phil - it depends what alternatives you have
ReplyDeleteSavannah - I'm so pleased for you :)
Attila - sigh, yes, I know :(
Sini - it is so
Kanani - :)
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
ReplyDeleteI 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. :)
ReplyDeleteBD Barman - you're in a place where you're only seeing half the world. I hope you find a way through it soon
ReplyDeleteRG - welcome back :)
hi there! life's travels are mysterious indeed!
ReplyDeleteyep.
ReplyDeleteBella - welcome to my ramblings and thanks for taking the time to comment :)
ReplyDeleteSarah - aye