Perhaps existence is like a slide. By the force of gravity we’re pulled down the slope of life until we reach the end.
But do we have the ability to derail ourselves, and roll off the side? Perhaps that’s those who have a hard time accepting the thrill as enjoyable, they’d rather jump than see what’s next.
Can we cling onto the sides to pause our descent? Perhaps that’s those who refuse to accept their fate until finally their fingers tire, they then accept and let go.
And upon completion of the ride, do we simply pick another slide? Maybe some chose twisting turning slides, others steep fast ones, and some small slow ones.
And maybe some slides are so mild that their riders get stuck along the way so they have to scoot themselves down.