Sometimes I like to think of life as a circus caravan.
Wagon after wagon, we move along our path, our road, our lives. Occasionally, we stop, and life bursts into vibrant lights of a performance where we showcase all the beauty and strength we possess. But then the everyday routine sets in, and the journey continues.
Each caravan is unique: it might be filled with colorful clown wagons, majestic and slow-moving elephants, towering groups of stilt walkers, agile circus dogs, and perhaps flexible gymnasts who have become so accustomed to soaring under the big top that they've nearly turned into birds.
And so this caravan trudges on, moving under the blazing sun of our lives until it fades away.
Only we can decide what our caravan looks like. Is it joyful or sorrowful, forever in conflict or supportive of one another, wild or focused on achieving success?
Our caravan is our road to the future.
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