Life is a rollercoaster. This seems to be the general concensus. Ups and downs, twists and turns. Blah blah blah. People are alway going on about the ups, and how each down comes before an up… and when you’re at the bottom, the only way is up. What people seldom seem to mention is that, when you are up, and you’ve passed your first down, and survived it, and you sit at the top of this mighty sloping rail, looking out over the next part of your life, in that glorious moment of suspension over the depths, where everything hangs in the balance…

The only way is down.

Your next up is far away, beyond the mists of time. You can’t see the up. You’re taking it on trust that the up is even there. You find it hard to peer over your shoulder at the last up. So, all that you know for certain is that down is coming next, and it’s a long drop.