My mom used to tell me that life is like a wheel, one day you’re up and the next day, you’re down. She says this metaphor a lot in either Cebuano or Hokkien every time my siblings and I would complain about the injustice of anything–be it our grades, our friendships, our relationships, or even current events.
It’s true though… life is unpredictable. Look at it positively and you’ll think that it is the instability that makes Life beautiful; look at it negatively, and you can liken such characteristic to a curse.
Maybe it’s why it takes a lot to surprise me. I like small surprises and there are a lot of situations in my life where I look back at it in awe, but in a general sense, I feel that the element of surprise has lost its luster simply because Life is already one big surprise.