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Poetry and Artwork: A Ferris Wheel

Elevated from the ground and completing endless rounds of circles until the operator decides to stop the machine.

Funnily enough life reflects the same thing.
The redundant cycle of our daily routines, but the operator of our life is us.

Do you decide to take people along for the ride or enjoy the view alone?
Some people eventually get off and leave you, but you let them go as new people hop on in curiosity of what your life is like.
They get a taste of what pace the conductor likes to take their “ride”

The conductor may take a break from operating their life and that’s okay. In fact, it’s a beautiful thing to take an entirely different path and leave the Ferris wheel while others may continue to change and improve theirs.

Ultimately, you can choose to control the Ferris wheel or let it control you.

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