What Goes Up Must Come Down
Sometimes I get annoyed when I have to skate uphill. Why can’t all paths be flat, or better yet, downhill? I want to fly down freely, nothing in my way. I don’t want to do the work of struggling my way up a hill.
But if I didn’t, I’d never get that feeling of my fingers in the breeze, free-falling.
I guess all of life is uphill and downhill. This week from this analogy I’ll remember that on the other side of every struggle, there’s always a free-fall waiting.