We went to a big amusement park with the kids…young and old….last weekend.
I’ve outgrown a minimal interest in the more brutal rides…so I rode the easy stuff with the youngest of the children.
We even got to ride the carousel.
I looked for the brass ring…but I guess that they don’t do that anymore.
There wasn’t one.
There is no brass ring on the carousel.
That’s sad if you go fishing for a pessimistic analogy to tie the world up and hold it down….
What do we have to reach for if we can’t see a goal that’s attainable or worthy?
What drives us when the world melting is getting us down?
No brass ring…
I guess you just have to enjoy the ride….and look for the brass ring with every revolution…hoping to see something that you know isn’t there.
What the heck?
THROW ME A BONE, DUDE!! PUT THE FREAKING BRASS RING BACK WHERE I CAN GRAB IT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE!!
Do me a solid….even if it doesn’t really mean anything.
I need some hope when the weather gets hot…