Friday, July 1, 2011
In a merry-go-round.
Sitting in a merry-go-round - fancy, colorful, extravagant designed ride.
Being excited - I've waited so long to ride and I know I will enjoy it.
The machine moves slowly, the excitement grows eagerly.
I show the biggest smile and I see waving hands over the fence.
One turn, two turn, getting faster and faster.
My smile fades out - I don't know if this is supposed to be - feeling dizzy, feeling sick.
I try to focus, try to stare one spot;
but it's useless. I can't see a thing.
Sooner I found out myself riding a merry-go-round.
I should be merry, I should scream of joy, because I paid for it.
But somehow I can't tell if this was what I asked for.
I wish it would stop, and letting me find where I am.
I close my eyes. I don't want to see things anymore.
Good thing I'm wise enough not to jump from this fast twirling ride, but what else can I do?
My inner voice tells me quietly;
Try to find a center point in your mind. Try to enjoy the feeling of where you are.
I listen to it and follow as it guides me.
I hear loud yelling next to, this machine would less likely stop sooner -
I found myself it's challenging to concentrate, in this mood in this speed.
With deep breath, I try once more. I try to find a tranquility under the closed eyes.
And slowly I feel the sensation of high velocity and I'm not dizzy or sick.
I curl my back and cling to the horse and lean my upper body.
A timid smile rose up, now I can say I'm enjoying this ride. Yes, I do.