Life is a road. It’s straight sometimes, but then it curves. It might straighten out again or it might curve some more. But eventually a left will turn into a right. And it will go high, and it will go low. There may be solid flatland, and there may be bridges over treacherous drops. But it all evens out. And you’ll eventually get to where you need to be. No matter what kind of car you are in, this is how life goes. Screaming doesn’t help. Patience does.
She thought of this as she twisted and wound her way patiently through the green grassy hills.