Once she was riding a carousel much to her delight. She was riding high and she was riding low, thinking she owned such treacherous plaything and would never part from it. It even came to a point she was almost sure that the pleasure and the sense of belonging she was seeking can only be found in that carousel.
And so she continued to ride high and to ride low. She was pleased.
But the carousel was not hers to be owned. It belonged to someone else and she knew that to begin with.
She has to let go and she has to forget everything. Those blissful moments have to cease and those assumed thoughts has to be erased.
She thought herself stupid for letting herself be assured of something fickle and so irrelevant. She was building castles in the air, she realized.
And with that, she had a great fall.