I stood for a long time by
the roller coaster, and I noticed that most people get on it in search
of excitement, but that once it starts, they are terrified and want the
cars to stop.
What
do they expect? Having chosen adventure, shouldn’t they be prepared to
go the whole way? Or do they think that the intelligent thing to do
would be to avoid the ups and downs and spend all their time on a
carousel, going round and round on the spot?
…
The roller coaster is my life; life is a fast, dizzying game; life is a
parachute jump; it’s taking chances, falling over and getting up again;
it’s mountaineering; it’s wanting to get to the very top of yourself
and to feel angry and dissatisfied when you don’t manage it.
… If I had fallen asleep and suddenly woken up on a roller coaster, what would I feel?
…
Well, I would feel trapped and sick, terrified of every bend, wanting
to get off. However, if I believe that the track is my destiny and that
God is in charge of the machine, then the nightmare becomes something
thrilling. It becomes exactly what it is, a roller coaster, a safe,
reliable toy, which will eventually stop, but, while the journey lasts, I
must look at the surrounding landscape and whoop with excitement.
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