Life is like riding a bicycle
Law of Life
“Life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance you have to keep moving.”
Life is tough, sweet, tragic, romantic, desperate, fulfilling, and hard. But worth it. See life is a precious thing and not to be taking for granted. They have all the mottos out there like, “You only live once” and “Live everyday like your last”. But how are you supposed to live it like your last when you have no experience nor idea how to do so? Does the same apply to death? Death is never planned. “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” I’ve had a second hand experience in this theory. August 23, 2007 was a pretty relaxed day. I went outside and played with my sisters and brother. Blue skies, crisp air and slight wind added to our fun as we were throwing round a Frisbee that kept drifting as the air took control. Minutes later my mom’s sisters parked their car in the empty parking spaces. My auntie Gale and my auntie Ernestine. They came and surrounded us in love and treats. I remember stopping and watching my aunties laugh at our actions and the way they engaged in our youth and wondered why it couldn’t always be this simple for families. As I walked over hours and it was time for my aunties to depart, my auntie Ernestine was the one I asked the question of why life could not be like this every day and she gave the straightest answer possible. “Challenges are different for everyone and you never know what people are going through.” I let her words sink deep into my mind and held on to them forever. Sadness and joy filled the air as hugs and kisses were passed around during their dismissal. And since it was almost 10pm, we said our goodnights and sweet dreams. Three days later, Peace. Quiet. Calm. Down. The atmosphere was blank. No plans. No movements. No action. Nothing. My mom had left us with a friend in the middle of the night. I’m thinking she’s going all out for my birthday which is in 7 days. After
“Life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance you have to keep moving.”
Life is tough, sweet, tragic, romantic, desperate, fulfilling, and hard. But worth it. See life is a precious thing and not to be taking for granted. They have all the mottos out there like, “You only live once” and “Live everyday like your last”. But how are you supposed to live it like your last when you have no experience nor idea how to do so? Does the same apply to death? Death is never planned. “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” I’ve had a second hand experience in this theory. August 23, 2007 was a pretty relaxed day. I went outside and played with my sisters and brother. Blue skies, crisp air and slight wind added to our fun as we were throwing round a Frisbee that kept drifting as the air took control. Minutes later my mom’s sisters parked their car in the empty parking spaces. My auntie Gale and my auntie Ernestine. They came and surrounded us in love and treats. I remember stopping and watching my aunties laugh at our actions and the way they engaged in our youth and wondered why it couldn’t always be this simple for families. As I walked over hours and it was time for my aunties to depart, my auntie Ernestine was the one I asked the question of why life could not be like this every day and she gave the straightest answer possible. “Challenges are different for everyone and you never know what people are going through.” I let her words sink deep into my mind and held on to them forever. Sadness and joy filled the air as hugs and kisses were passed around during their dismissal. And since it was almost 10pm, we said our goodnights and sweet dreams. Three days later, Peace. Quiet. Calm. Down. The atmosphere was blank. No plans. No movements. No action. Nothing. My mom had left us with a friend in the middle of the night. I’m thinking she’s going all out for my birthday which is in 7 days. After