Life is like a repeatitive ferris wheel.

When you first board the ferris wheel, you are being brought into the world, seeing everything for the first time. Then you’re starting to go up, grow up.

About a quarter of the way to the highest point is your teenage years, learning to drive, first boyfriend, no worries in your life. Freedom.

Then you reach to top of the ferris wheel. College, then the inevitable stress of planning a wedding comes around. But never fear, it usually always works perfectly like we always hope.

Then as you are slowly descending, you’re getting older, sometimes being hit with lots of sadness as your close friends start getting old and sick and soon passing on, sometimes even your spouse leaves before you, leaving you seem so alone.

And then the ferris wheel stops at the bottom, and you depart from the wheel of life, as someone else boards your old car….

And they enjoy the ride.