The Daring Girl on the Flying Trapeze

At times, life seems exactly like a circus, or at least a fair ground. Well my life, as it is, i suppose.

You wait in expectation as you see the big tents pop up one by one, in which, house marvels your imagination can barely come to grips with and your mind tumbles over comprehending. You breathe in the sweet and dewy air of cotton candy, popcorn and melting luscious caramel apples. Everything sparkles in day but especially at night.

You wait in line to purchase your one way ticket to the big show, to see the lion tamed, to see the bearded lady, to lose yourself in the house of mirrors, to stuff yourself with sugary confections fabricated in every wonderful form imaginable. But mostly, you buy that ticket to rekindle you childhood memories; to mount the Ferris Wheel, the Big Swing the magnifying Merry-Go-Round.

You settle yourself in line, and wait. Every time, you wait. You wait in seemingly endless lines that loop and lap and spiral for an eternity. You grow anxious and your heart races and soars with anticipation as you slowly inch your way minute by minute, second by second, breath by breath to the front of that line, because when your time comes you’ll be ready, you’ll have earned it and you’ll shine.

And now is your moment. You look up at the towering Ferris wheel that over shadows and over powers your being. You are humbled and speechless in its ever-magnificent presence. Perhaps you were not as prepared as you had hoped. You need more time. But, its too late now, as someone overtly keen and crazed with enthusiasm pushes passed you. They are as ready and prepped, as you should have been. You race to keep up and claim your own place in a bucket, on your own thrown. You harness yourself in and prepare to launch. This is your moment, the one you’ve waited for, the one you know, in your heart of heart you were born for. It is destiny. The conductor pulls the lever and you strikingly jerk backwards and as much as your brain is telling you that you are not at all equipped to handle this feat, these heights, this task, your heart over power its rational thinking with shouts of glee.

You escalate your way back, way back and then your way up, way up. You are almost at the summit of all your hopes and dreams, wants and wonders and loves and lusts with your head in the clouds or just about. And there you are on top of the world as if that is where you should have been all along. Your claim your place amongst the stars. And then. In an instant. You descend. You whip you head back around. Where did all the time go? How is this over? Already? You’ve only just got there; it only began? But, as Ferris Wheels go you know you’ll have your time to shine once more, its only a little wait, you’ve manage far worse, just grin and bare it, you’ll be there soon, and once at the bottom you know you’re half way to the top again, one can’t be at the bottom forever, or at least you hope they can’t.