It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Chapter 7, Page 23, Book 14


Life is…


Life is like a turning wheel: you can't always be on the top. Sooner or later you wind up on the bottom.

They do say there is a circle of life. Relationships end, and new relationships begin, or are renewed. Time keeps moving whether you want to or not.

 When we are suffering, we may get through it to rise again in hope. Happiness will be regained, but the wheel also continues to turn. The cycle is repeated, and such is life.

We cannot help but ride the turning wheel of our lives, shaped by thousands of relationships, events and circumstances far beyond our capacity to understand, much less control, but even so we are also part of what turns the wheel of our lives in the first place.  We are the turning wheel and the hands that make it spin.  We are always part of life, always making countless differences, big and small,  but we can never truly control life no matter how hard we try.

Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it. … 

We all get to make the choices in life as to how fast we want that wheel to spin, or how slowly.  I d like think that at this point in my life the wheel is turning slowly.  I love life in the slow lane.  It gives me more time to enjoy the view.  

I had a boss one time that was very fond of saying the squeaky wheel gets the grease. Meaning that the loudest complaints get the most attention.  There are definitely times I’m squeaky.  The point I try to get across more than anything is we were meant to enjoy this life and be thankful for it.  To rejoice in each day we have !


Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began the first week of summer, a strange and breathless time when accident, or fate, bring lives together. When people are led to do things, they've never done before. On this summer's day, not so very long ago, the wheel set lives in motion in mysterious ways.

Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

5 comments:

linda m said...

I love the analogy about life being like a wheel. Yes, life keeps turning and we always come full turn sooner or later. The poem you ended with is very good. Thanks for sharing. Blessings

TARYTERRE said...

Life in the slow lane is nice, indeed. There is a lot to be said about enjoying the view, isn't there?

betty said...

So true you can turn the wheel as fast or as slow as you like, like on the tea cup ride at Disneyland; turn it fast you spin fast, turn it slow you enjoy the ride a bit more. Kind of like, I too like it in the slow lane most days :)

betty

Carol Z said...

I'm really enjoying being in the slow lane. I often notice the folks who are passing every car seem to end up right next to me at the lights. Have a terrific Thursday!

jack69 said...

That is a fact, like a wheel, we experience every position. Age, station and name make no difference we do the spectrum like it or not.

For sure your advice matches your philosophy!