Cosmic Bumper Bowl

Don't you wish life was like cosmic bumper bowl? The stars would magically align themselves, and with some uncertainty the pins of destiny would fall. Both hands slightly and gently guided down the lane. Techno soundtrack included. The pins fall and the lasers continue to swirl around the alley.

Destiny, dependent on motion and impact- of course, some other scientific explanation could offer insight. Spin the ball to the left for wealth.  A little over to the right for health.  A well placed ball directly down the lane and more than wealth will fall from the skies, fame and fortune. A strike.

But nope. It's not bumper bowl but rather a bowl of controversy and adversity- water included.
We often swim against the current. Swim away from meaning, away from satisfaction and toward gratification. 

Rented lane, rented shoes, and a borrowed ball. Order a large fries and add a few more particles of salt. Thirst quenched with a coke that needs more carbonation to really be enjoyed. Just staring at your rented shoes, wondering who wore them before you. Knowing the possibility of Lysol killing all 99.9% is acceptable, but that one germ is all that it takes. The germ of doubt. Protected on both sides, but yearning for a life jacket.