Metaphor

There are so many different metaphors for life. Every person has a different one.

Forrest Gumps' metaphor was "Life is like a box of chocolates."

I guess I thought about it last night, and the metaphor I'd choose is "Life is like a pinball game."

Someone pulled the plunger and launched you out into the world, where you're now bouncing back and forth randomly with no real divine plan or path. You just end up where you end up. Every now and then you come dangerously close to falling into the abyss, but then someone pushes a button, and the lever launches you back into the fray.

Eventually, we all fall into the hole at the bottom of the game board, but on the way we rake up points and aim for the high score. I don't know. The more I think about it, the more pinball seems like life.

It's kind of like that theory that God set off the world, and then abandoned it like a kid who found something new to play with, and let it do whatever on its own. Anyone who has ever felt that deep sense of abandonment from the fact that they realize that there is no destiny, and no set course for this world understands what I'm talking about. It's completely random. There are no stories for you.