Life is like an ice rink. Think about it. It's the same thing over and over, going around in a rough approximation of a circle. It should be boring. But it's not.
Because as much as it's the same, it's also very different. Each turn brings you something new - a different obstacle (a little kid or candy on the ice) or a different triumph (mastering cross-overs or sliding through a particularly narrow gap). An ice rink is monotonous in its overall pattern (around and around) but variable in its details. Like life.
That's not where the resemblance ends, however. You can zoom around the rink, or cautiously clutch the sides. You smile, you laugh, you fly, you fall, you crash. You hurt, you cry, you pretend it doesn't matter, and clamber to stand. Your skates are sometimes too loose, or you just can't feel your feet - but other times it's perfect and you can do anything.
There are the assholes who ignore you, or push you to the ground, and then the good Samaritans who stop to help you up. There are those who just stay out of your way, and those you feel sorry for, and want to succeed.
There's everything at an ice rink. It's just going around in circles; it should be boring. But it's not.
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