What goes down, down, down must come up, up, up.
Everything I needed to learn, I was taught in grade school. At least that’s what I thought back then. What goes up, must come down. We tested this theory by throwing a paper ball in the air. The result was the same every single time. It’s what they didn’t teach in any level of schooling that is most disappointing. Everything seemed so simple then. All these theories and laws convinced me to believe that everything made sense. If you thought about something long enough, it would be possible to figure it out. We learned about the Laws of Motion. What we didn’t learn was how to survive the unbalanced force that would cripple us because we had the misfortune of being pummeled as it crossed our path. Sometimes there is no force strong enough to get us moving again. Sometimes we become so stunned and injured that we are stuck in that place, stuck in our tracks. They say for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. I’ve got to believe what goes down, down, down must eventually come back up. I just wish there was a formula to tell us when.
anewperspectiveperhaps 