Richochet

I feel as if I just richochet in this labyrinth of my so-called life.

Not going forward or backward with any consistency, just hitting walls. My approach has no influence. Walking patiently or running fiercely, it doesn't matter. I richochet.

I can wave and say "Hello" to passersby or flip them off with a snarl, I still richochet.

I can be compassionate and kind or a bitch of the grandest kind, no matter.

I need some of that richochet momentum to push me forward, away from this stagnant, stale environment.

But, maybe richocheting is better than the alternative. Like when you get that pinball out of that tippy-top part of the machine and it comes straight down and through the paddles, completely passing you by. Not even a chance to get it, game over.

C.