Life is like a record. A record like vinyl that DJs used to use for scratching before they got high tech and started using CDs.
On the record players of yore you had to select the rotational speed; i.e. 16, 33 1/3, 45, or 78. I never had a 16 speed record. Had a few 78s, but the sound quality was pretty sorry – but I digress.
My analogy of life to a vinyl record is that both have a beginning and end. A record has one continuous groove that the needle/stylus has to follow. Within that groove are little peaks and dips; like life’s ups and downs. And just like that little needle, we soldier along from the start to finish.
The record has various songs or tracks. Some so mellow that it’ll make your skin crawl, sad to the point of tears, filled with rhythm to where you just gotta get up and dance. Life is like that, filled with emotion – some desired, some not so much, but there nevertheless.
Once in awhile, if you don’t take good care of your record playing system and keep everything clean that needle will get stuck in one place. When that happens you get to hear the same 7 second (or so) piece play over and over again. Until you get off your butt and do something about it. Sound familiar? Ever get in a rut?
Back to speed. Get wild and put an LP on the 45 setting and it sounds like a bunch of chipmunks. Like life, if we try to go too fast we lose our connection. Set it on 16 and you’re in quaalude land, depressing to say the least.
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