I was trying to imagine someone asking me "so, how are things going?" and imagining my response, and I came up with this.
My life is a rope. Right now something is pulling that rope. As each day passes the force pulling that rope away from me is getting stronger and stronger, and the rope is sliding through my hands faster and faster. The rope is burning my hands. The harder I hold on, the more the rope burns, but just as the rope moves faster, I hold on tighter. I sense that eventually my hands and body will be consumed by fire from holding so hard on to the rope. I resolve however that I will burn with a smile on my face because through all the burning, and the pain, I never let go of the rope...
... c'est la vie, hehe.
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