When I was a little girl, I used to tell my mom that I wanted to be like steam. Playing in the bathtub, I remember seeing it appearing mystically from the water and rising up towards the ceiling. I wanted to do that. I wanted to drift towards the sky like a wisp of steam. That was until I grew up and realized all the downsides. When things get cold, steam turns back to water and falls slowly back down to Earth. Even worse: if the temperature plummets, the water turns to ice, and then it's stuck like that until things warm up again. But what if it never warms up? Then it's doomed to a life of frosty oblivion. This was my analogy for life. Life is nothing more than a cycle, not much different than the cycle of water through various temperatures.
When everything is going for you, and you get that “I’m on top of the world” feeling; that’s what I call being “warm”. That’s when you’re steam. The opposite side of the spectrum occurs when you have hit rock bottom, and things could not possibly get worse. Ice.
But the part that I dislike the most is the downfall. I can deal with being “ice” because, eventually, things will get better. As for being “steam”, I can deal with that too, because good things can’t last forever. It’s the cooling off: that inevitable feeling that you’re falling, when you feel your heart sink, when you’re water.
Created: Jul 19, 2010Document Media