Everyone and I mean everyone goes through their own little roller coaster ride of life. We go up and up and up until that terrifying adrenaline filled fall. Everyone has it...at some point or another. Unlike a rollercoaster, life will leave you at the bottom, never to soar the sky again.

Some people set up shop down their, everyday telling themselves that they will jump back on the ride someday, then they forget the feeling of the wind on their face. It’s not so bad down there after all. The people on the ride are all trying to convince them what their missing out on, but the fear of that drop haunts their mind. Content and reserved to stay in their misery indefinitely.

Other's get back on the ride straight away. Just a small moment that all people share in the grand scheme. The rush of the air graces their face every so often and life goes on.

Though my body is still in it's early years, I'm constantly gazing at the sands of time slipping through my fingers. The feeling is laden and unescapeable at times. Needing to make something special of my life has slowly turned into an ever revolving door in my mind with the most final of time limits. I'll go about my day as happy as one could be until I feel the walls of my mind closing in, usually when I'm sat alone thinking of whats to come. I;m stuck in my personal groove of creeping anxiety and doubt. My mind like a mad scientist cloning the same string of thoughts and waiting for me to settle down before releasing them into my blissful consciousness.