WHERE'S MY PADDLE??

Things have a weird way of working out sometimes ya know?

Until the next major bump in the road.. Then it's back to square one.

I would have to use the analogy of white water rafting. While rafting down a few awesome rivers, I would get knocked by a ton of huge waves... SHABAM!! right in my face.. knocking me backwards into other people, almost sending me overboard, but each time I got back in the seat and said.. "HELL TO YOU WAVE.. BRING IT ON!" And I would continue to paddle as hard as I could amongst some of the strongest resistance I've ever felt.

Life.. you see, is that resistance. That natural gravity of time, wearing us thin, taking away our youth, leaving us crawling to our old age. But we... oh yes.... we are the white water rafters, and the knowledge we know is our paddle, the friends and
family are all in the same boat, and there's a mysterious something or someone in the back of the boat guiding us.

We're all drifters, some of us have just fallen out of the boat. Some might get saved, some swim to safety, and some drown never to be seen again.

Such is life. Ride a wave.