Personal Narrative: My Life As A Roller Coaster

I have never really liked roller coasters. Unfortunately, I have come to the conclusion that life is very much like one. The first and only time I rode a roller coaster, I was ten years old and anxiously excited. I lack the precaution to remove my glasses before boarding a silly mistake, especially considering the beast in question is called “The Corkscrew,” a monstrous structure that, as the name indicates, loops up, down and upside-down in a giant corkscrew. I am calm while boarding and as the tangle of gears beneath us clicks and groans. I undergo the gradually increasing angle of the track in silence. My mom knows what’s coming, and I catch her mumbling complaints under her breath before we’re at the very top with the entire amusement park spread below our feet. As I am confronted with the vertical drop below us, all

Like any well designed roller coaster, life has twists and turns and down points, but it also has high points. When I am sitting alone in my room late at night with only my lamp, my homework and my hesitant for company, it seems as if my life is stuck in a permanent downhill spiral. However, after the homework’s done, my heart is lighter, and I can go to sleep having learned the consequences of delaying even if I don’t always apply the lesson.

Pain is inflexible, but it does not last forever, and we are stronger and wiser for having lived through it, even if only by a little bit. Also, there is more lessons to come in life, I always think of it as, god gives the hardest problems to the strongest people, the ones who can get through it. So perhaps while I do not plan on getting on a roller coaster anytime soon, chances are I may end up on one, but I will not panic or be scarred by the memory of my last coaster ride, because I’ll know and believe that it will get