-Ernest Hemingway
..from Maria’s Diary
July 23, 2008| I spent today outside a funfair. Since I can’t afford to fritter my money away, I thought it’s just best to watch other people. I stood for a long time by the roller coaster and I noticed that most people get on it in search of excitement, but that once it starts, they are terrified and want the cars to stop. |
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What do they expect? Having chosen adventure, shouldn’t they be prepared to go the whole way? Or do they think that the intelligent thing to do would be to avoid the ups and downs and spend all their time on a carousel, going round and round on the spot? |
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At the moment, I’m far too lonely to think about love, but I have to believe that it will happen, that I am here because I chose this fate. The roller coaster is my life; life is fast, dizzying game; life is a parachute jump; it’s taking chances, falling over and getting up again; its mounteneering; it’s wanting to get to the very top of yourself and to feel angry and dissatisfied when you don’t manage it. |
| It isn’t easy being far from my family, but from now on, whenever I feel depressed, I will remember that funfair. If I had fallen asleep and suddenly wpken up on a roller coaster, what would i feel? |
| Well, I would feel trapped and sick, terrified of every bend, wanting to get off. However if I believe that the track is my destiny and that God is in charge of the machine, then the nightmare becomes something thrilling. It becomes exactly what it is, a roller coaster, a safe, reliable toy, which will eventually stop, but, while the journey lasts,i must look at the surrounding landscape and whoop with excitement. |
