Manic Sublime Penitence (a prose)

I have always felt that most people are generally blessed with a simple, joyous, gradual inclination towards a likey relative bliss.  
   
My life path has and without doubt, will always be a literal roller coaster "The Manic Sublime Penitence."  
   
I've appreciated the few towering peaks. The anticipation. The rush. Both hands raised overhead to the heavens. The unabated ludicrous smile. A cool gentle breeze brushing past my glowing face as I reach the epiome of ecstasy. Then an undeniable feeling of regret slams into my chest as I reach the absolute pinnacle.  
   
I know all too well that the freefall straight down the tracks is almost impossible to overcome. My excited screams of joy transition instantly into a terrified demonic screeth. I become nothing more than a witness as my velocity increases exponentially. It becomes impossible to do anything except hold on, bite down, and pray for one more crest towards the heavens.  
   
As I fall at breackneck speed deeper into the darkness below. I resigned to myself that there was no going back. My last conscious thought was that from the point of departure I knew all along I would never survive this ride.