Definition of Life by a Thirteen years old Girl (1986)
Life is like riding a fast roller coaster which you can’t stop. The carriage you are sitting in passes through many experiences, which you may witness unless you knowingly ignore them. Some people have so trained themselves that they can blind themselves unconsciously.
These carriages mostly travel in groups. You call the inmates of the other carriages your family and friends. Sometimes a carriage may separate itself from your group and others may join you at some point on your ride. You can do what you want in your carriage and even influence the other carriages near you. According to what I’ve learnt – the less you are bothered by the experiences outside your carriage, the happier you stay. That doesn’t mean that you should ignore them and not take a lesson from them. Also remember every action has an equal and opposite reaction, so what you do in your carriage is sure to have an equal and opposite reaction.
When the time comes for death, your carriage may crash causing death by accident; or you may be pushed, then it would be murder; or you could jump and commit suicide. Or the carriage may speed down a slope and you may be thrown out and it would be known as a natural death. If you managed to stay in, you’d call it a close shave with death.
If you fell into another carriage you would start a new life and might remember something of your past life. The people who helped you into the new carriage are called your parents and you forever respect them. (Only forever never lasts. Sometimes you realise that your helpers helped you into a carriage for their own pleasure and now you have to go through a whole lot of experience, majority of which are nasty and quite unpalatable.)
Also remember you have to pay for your ride.
As an end note I’d like to comment on the above. I am quite amused by it as it is from the pen of a teen and thought it worth posting. Now in middle age, I seem to have come a full circle. The books and videos on spirituality I am exposed to these days make me equate the human body to the carriage. Ignoring everything outside your carriage and being aware only of what is happening inside your own carriage, would be something like meditation. Everything else still works out quite well for me. Except “respecting the parents” bit. Now the circle goes: respect (childhood) – disrespect and shocking behaviour (teens) – deep respect and gratitude (adulthood).