Persuasive Essay On Waking Up

You get pushed down the path; shoved, kicked, and punched to get to an unknown destination. You look back at your family but they’re at the bottom of the high incline, they leave you to fend for yourself. You feel every blow as you board a strange abandoned looking rollercoaster, you board and suddenly a blind fold covers your eyes and your off before you can get buckled down.
You go fast and can’t slow down the rapid travelling cart as you fly up and down, hitting your head and body on each turn of the never ending track. Your family standing below tries to catch everything you drop and tries to fix it for you but they don’t feel the blows, they don’t know the stress of the unknown. You search frantically for an off switch, but it is nowhere
to be found. Eventually you find an old beaten down control panel, but you can’t see what it means, you don’t know what buttons do what. But eventually you have to learn how use the panel to slow down the ride and lessen the blows or how to get used to all the hits.
Eventually you hear other carts, you can get support and ask for help; but no track is the same, no panel is the same.
As your body rides the ride you have to go on with your life and pretend that you don’t feel the pain, that you aren’t stressed by not knowing what is coming next. But even so there are so benefits to riding a rollercoaster.
You can fly through the open sky, no bumps in pure bliss, you have finally gotten it all down.
But then you get hit by a bird or something else happens and all the sudden you're crashing down again. There are benefits but they don’t last very long. But the support on the ground will always help, if they can keep up. Some of your friends can’t keep up with you as you shoot from spot to spot, and it's hard to make them want to stay because your body is fighting within itself which is exhausting in itself. But even so, you’re always proud of the fact that you’re riding this ride as well as participating in real life. But that doesn’t make the stupid people from the sidelines keep there comments and questions to themselves, you will always hear questions like; “Why are you riding that?”, “At least your not on that track over there.”, “How did you get there?”, or “Can’t you just get down?”. Sometimes you try to answer calmly and explain how you understand the situation thus far. But sometimes it's hard not to be upset by the ignorant and annoyingness of your fellow people as you wish that you could trade places with them on the ground, even it was just for a day. There is just too much to fear up here, too much going on, too much
stress.
You’re always afraid of the stories and the sounds of the crashing of the out of control coaster, whether it be the rider or the track given to them is unknown. You can hear the crash and the kaboom and wonder if that will happen to you, how can you stop it, what would you do if that what’s in front of me, could I survive a crash, what is ahead of me? In the distance you can hear another crash as you try your best to get the panel in order, preparing for the worst.
Sometimes you’ll be given new additional control panel you have to juggle along with the original panel. Some panels are even more confusing than the original; some are so basic a two year old could figure it out- I guess it's just luck. What if this was real, what if this is what you’re body goes through everyday just to survive and not to crash and burn? What would you do if you had to feel every blow and every bump? For me, this is how it is. This is how diabetes is. It's hard, but it becomes part of you. But you always struggle to not let it become you, to not let the bumps hurt to bad. You have to take advantage of your support of your fellow coaster makes and of the family and loyal friends below. For me this is my life, and sometimes it's hard not to hate the ride and remember that it's just a small part of you. But that’s all it is, as it teacher you to be the person you are today.