Life’s like stairs okay? Be okay with it, even if you ain’t. Coz its just my example. So now, life is like stairs. Not plain ordinary stairs. They are distinctively styled structures with not so predictable steps that climb up and down. There’s no distinguished tread or rise that you can hardly identify them as steps. Okay. So now life’s not like stairs. Life is like a ramp. A smooth inclined plane inclined at, say 45 degree? Nay, 30 would be better. So life is this smooth plain inclination, elevated from ground to God knows where. But then, is life that smooth? Life has ups and downs. That’s what wise people say. So, life is not a ramp. What else can life be? Well, I am not expected to be confused already. I know the answer myself. Thinking hard..yeah I just got that. Life is like an elevator. It links you to infinite faces and expressions, strange and bizarre. It forces you to be in an enclosed space connecting to people whom you just cant even relate to. Not that claustrophobics have no life at all. They are just having a tough time with life. Well, most of us already do. Lift if life. Rather, life is lift. How perfect do they exemplify eachother! A lift with a lift operator is a boon. Tell him where, he gets you there. You don’t have to meddle with the buttons and screw up your elevation, rather life. But when lifts come without an operator, its not so wonderful. May be self operated lifts are something like living a ‘grown up’ life? Lol. You’ll have to take decisions and press the buttons yourself. People get in with you, leave you mid way making room for newer people to occupy the enclosed space. With not even the slightest sense of motion, you glide in a lift and conquer lands. Okay, floors. Lol. But then that too ain’t like life right? You glide through life? Nay, no one does. Everybody struggles to traverse across it. Okay, so what’s life then? Time to stare at the question? Nay, not yet. i still have an answer. Life is like an escalator. With distinct rise and tread, with rolling ups and downs, with recursive trails, with visible movement around you, life is perfectly like an escalator. You can choose to move with the course and reach destinies. Or you can choose. You’ll have to let people in hurry to overtake you. But you can still make your move anytime, surpassing everything around you. To climb backward in an escalator that takes you downward, all it takes is the guts to question the guard’s stare. Live past the stairs and the stares. Life is escalating!
Stairs to stares