The Thrill of the Game...

Dear journal,


My friends and I went to Al Shallal amusement park last week. Though I'm really not into extreme rides and all, I went because it was Lolly's requests (she's going home already so that's the least that I can do, right?) I haven't even been to Enchanted Kingdom or Star City. I believe I should start to pity myself already, shouldn't I?

Though I was not fine that day, I had fun, and I got to spend time with my friends. Being there felt like we were not in the kingdom of the arabs. Lolly and I shared the same fear of heights, so we just enjoyed watching the rest of them riding those crazy rides that I wouldn't even dare to ride even in my sleep. I admire them, for they can conquer their fears well.

Your story and my story are like those wild rides that make your insides turn upside down. Our life can indeed be scary fast and horrifyingly high. Nothing is to be expected even on permanent things, for everything is moving and changing all at the same time. There is nothing new in this; this is just the way things are.You try to hold on to something as if your life actually depends on it when all you are expected to do is to let go. This is how irony can become really bad; it makes you feel like your life is nothing but a mere joke.

And then you rode the one you thought would not make you sick, for it looked like the ones kids ride, only to find out that it would be the worst ride of your life. You were, yet again, deceived. You based your decision only on what your eyes can see. If you had looked pass the colorful blinking lights and the seemingly childish stuff, you could have realized that the machinery that runs inside the big kiddie ride is enough to make your head turn and pray like you have never prayed before.

I think we can agree on one thing though, all of us enjoyed the bump car. First, you get to drive carelessly and just be carefree regardless if you know how to drive a real car or not. `And second, you get the general idea of the ride, which is: to bump or be bumped.


May it be the adorned carrousel or the dreaded octopus, we just have to enjoy the ride and savor every minute our feet are above the ground. When the ride is done and our feet kissed the soil of the earth, let us still be grateful for the vertigo, for it only means one thing: You are alive. 


Remember, lightning could strike anytime...