#604: Roller Coaster - The Time of Our Lives - OMC/OFC - Original
Title: The Time of Our Lives
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Original
Character/Pairing: OMC/OFC, OFC
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #604: Roller Coaster
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 903
Summary:
Disclaimer: Everything within belongs to me. :-)
Life is a roller coaster. You have to ride it if you want to enjoy it, if you want to really live. I still remember the old woman who told me that. I was five, maybe six, standing in the rain, holding to my momma's hand and watching the biggest ride I've ever seen. It was pretty with all of its lights and so fast. It made my head hurt and my heart race just to watch it.
I was scared for my brother, because he had been determined to ride it, and Momma must've been too, because she never noticed the old woman. I squeezed her hand when the old, wrinkly woman spoke to me and even jumped when she pointed at me. "Mama! Mama!" I remember screaming, but when Momma did look, she was gone. She'd disappeared into that rain just as fast as she'd first appeared.
But I've never forgotten her words. Life is a roller coaster. You have to ride it if you want to enjoy it. I still haven't rode one. I prefer my feet planted firmly on the ground. But maybe she is right, you know.
I've been thinking about it a lot lately, with all the people who've been dying. How many have left a legacy? How many actually took the time to enjoy life? How many people will remember what fun they were to be with instead of just how reliable they were? Their families could depend on them for a paycheck, to keep the money flowing and keep them living, but is life really life if it isn't lived?
We pass through day after day, night after night. The TV programs, movies, and the books, too . . . They come and go, and we may remember them. They may make us smile and may even make us think. But what more is there to life?
When you get old, do you want to just look back at your life and say "I saw that" or "I read that" or even "I wrote that" or do you want to be able to say, "I did that", "I lived that"? Life is life, rather we live it or not, I guess, but it passes us by so quickly. One day it's January, the year just beginning, and the next it's December and drawing to an end.
One day, we are born, but one day, we will die, too. It's the time in between that really makes up our lives. I don't want my time to be filled with pretty lights passing me by and music floating over my head. I want to live it, breathe it, experience it. I want to ride it. I want to ride my time to the fullest and still be running, living, not just working or watching others have fun and adventures but LIVING my life to its fullest when my time comes, my name is called, and I pass into the next realm of life, whatever that may be.
I want to make every minute count, every second. I want to live to my fullest, ride that ride, live that dream, soar with love where that's not even a moment wasted. I'm tired of just keeping my feet on the ground. I want to live. I want to fly. I want to ride.
How about you? Are you just going to get in from another day of work and then sleep tonight and do it all again tomorrow? Or do you want to take that chance that may bring something new into your life, that may make something of you or your world? Do you want to take that hand, that paw, that offers something new?
Do you want to take my hand? Live with me? Love with me? Experience all that life has to give? Are you ready to let go of normalcy and embrace the strange, the weird, the wild, the truth? Are you ready to face that roller coaster?
The old woman was right. Life can only be lived if we ride it, so come on, take my hand. Make me the happiest man. Just one more question before we go -- Will you marry me? Make our lives truly complete?
He stops writing and stares at the paper. Finally, he shakes his head. It's true, but it just isn't right. He isn't ready. This isn't the way. He rolls up the paper, tosses away the letter, puts his pen down, and walks away from his opening, his chance to truly live life. He walks away, still shaking his head and telling himself he'll try again tomorrow.
He'll try again tomorrow to live life right, to live how he wants his life to be, to ask her to marry him and fulfill his biggest dream. In the shadows, the old woman watches, and sadly, slowly, the grandmother shakes her head for she knows time is running out. Time is always running out.
From the time we are first brought into this world to the time we leave it, time is racing away with us, and it's up to us to catch it in time to truly live our lives. She tried once, when he was a boy, to tell him that. Perhaps she'll try again, but not tonight. Tonight, she'll rest, and let him rest, and wishes yet again futilely that time would just slow down.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Original
Character/Pairing: OMC/OFC, OFC
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #604: Roller Coaster
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 903
Summary:
Disclaimer: Everything within belongs to me. :-)
Life is a roller coaster. You have to ride it if you want to enjoy it, if you want to really live. I still remember the old woman who told me that. I was five, maybe six, standing in the rain, holding to my momma's hand and watching the biggest ride I've ever seen. It was pretty with all of its lights and so fast. It made my head hurt and my heart race just to watch it.
I was scared for my brother, because he had been determined to ride it, and Momma must've been too, because she never noticed the old woman. I squeezed her hand when the old, wrinkly woman spoke to me and even jumped when she pointed at me. "Mama! Mama!" I remember screaming, but when Momma did look, she was gone. She'd disappeared into that rain just as fast as she'd first appeared.
But I've never forgotten her words. Life is a roller coaster. You have to ride it if you want to enjoy it. I still haven't rode one. I prefer my feet planted firmly on the ground. But maybe she is right, you know.
I've been thinking about it a lot lately, with all the people who've been dying. How many have left a legacy? How many actually took the time to enjoy life? How many people will remember what fun they were to be with instead of just how reliable they were? Their families could depend on them for a paycheck, to keep the money flowing and keep them living, but is life really life if it isn't lived?
We pass through day after day, night after night. The TV programs, movies, and the books, too . . . They come and go, and we may remember them. They may make us smile and may even make us think. But what more is there to life?
When you get old, do you want to just look back at your life and say "I saw that" or "I read that" or even "I wrote that" or do you want to be able to say, "I did that", "I lived that"? Life is life, rather we live it or not, I guess, but it passes us by so quickly. One day it's January, the year just beginning, and the next it's December and drawing to an end.
One day, we are born, but one day, we will die, too. It's the time in between that really makes up our lives. I don't want my time to be filled with pretty lights passing me by and music floating over my head. I want to live it, breathe it, experience it. I want to ride it. I want to ride my time to the fullest and still be running, living, not just working or watching others have fun and adventures but LIVING my life to its fullest when my time comes, my name is called, and I pass into the next realm of life, whatever that may be.
I want to make every minute count, every second. I want to live to my fullest, ride that ride, live that dream, soar with love where that's not even a moment wasted. I'm tired of just keeping my feet on the ground. I want to live. I want to fly. I want to ride.
How about you? Are you just going to get in from another day of work and then sleep tonight and do it all again tomorrow? Or do you want to take that chance that may bring something new into your life, that may make something of you or your world? Do you want to take that hand, that paw, that offers something new?
Do you want to take my hand? Live with me? Love with me? Experience all that life has to give? Are you ready to let go of normalcy and embrace the strange, the weird, the wild, the truth? Are you ready to face that roller coaster?
The old woman was right. Life can only be lived if we ride it, so come on, take my hand. Make me the happiest man. Just one more question before we go -- Will you marry me? Make our lives truly complete?
He stops writing and stares at the paper. Finally, he shakes his head. It's true, but it just isn't right. He isn't ready. This isn't the way. He rolls up the paper, tosses away the letter, puts his pen down, and walks away from his opening, his chance to truly live life. He walks away, still shaking his head and telling himself he'll try again tomorrow.
He'll try again tomorrow to live life right, to live how he wants his life to be, to ask her to marry him and fulfill his biggest dream. In the shadows, the old woman watches, and sadly, slowly, the grandmother shakes her head for she knows time is running out. Time is always running out.
From the time we are first brought into this world to the time we leave it, time is racing away with us, and it's up to us to catch it in time to truly live our lives. She tried once, when he was a boy, to tell him that. Perhaps she'll try again, but not tonight. Tonight, she'll rest, and let him rest, and wishes yet again futilely that time would just slow down.
The End