My life was like this mesmerizing machine. Round and round. Again and again. An endless circle of disorientation and dissension. Whimsy not included. I didn’t stand in line for this ride, I didn’t beg to go, I didn’t buy the ticket but for the first 17 years of my life I had no choice.
I cannot begin to explain how bitter I used to be or how much I truly hated them. Perhaps, there are no words sufficient to convey the intensity of these feelings.
Bitterness and hate are ugly things, they grow rapidly from within, like so many twisting vines, wrapping and weaving into every crevice. It will ultimately consume all that you are and choke out all that you could become.
At some point, you have to muster the courage to jump off. Because here’s the thing about carousels, demented or not, you NEVER get anywhere.