Swing Life Away

i love swing sets. when i was little i realized that this was probably the closest i could get to going on a real roller coaster while being three feet tall. i would swing for hours. my friends and i would go to the park and while they played on the jungle gym, i would just stay on the swing set. trying to get higher and higher. sometimes i would challenge the person next to me to see who could jump the furthest, but that wasn't my main motivation for swinging so high. i loved being able to see above the short tree line surrounding the park. i liked how if i leaned back, i could feel the momentum pushing me further. i felt like if i just kept swinging all my problems would go away.

the other day i found a swing set. i hadn't been on one in forever and i sincerely forgot how much i enjoyed them. the feeling of the air rushing through my hair was still there, that feeling in my stomach came back as soon as i reached a certain height and i still had a sense that i could see everything from such a height.

i realized while i was swinging that the swing was a lot like life, you pushed and pushed to get higher and higher, just like people try so hard to get to a certain point in their life. some people's lives end too soon, like when we would jump off the swing and the seat would keep swinging like someone was supposed to be on it. but most times, you keep going higher  until you can finally see as much as possible, you push yourself and push yourself, but eventually it has to slow down and come back. a continuous circle. its similar to realizing that you know so much about everything at the end of your life. you can see the most on your very last trip, and then the swing starts to slow down.

i want to swing forever.