The Manic Sublime Penitence (a prose)

I have always felt that most people are generally blessed with a simple, joyous, gradual inclination towards a relative bliss.
 
My life path has and without doubt, will always be a literal rollercoaster "The Manic Sublime Penitence."
 
I've appreciated the few towerering peaks. The anticipation. The rush. Both hands raised overhead to the heavens. The unabated ludicrous smile. A cool gentile breeze brushing past my glowing face as I reach the epitome of exstasty. 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 trcks 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 to hold on, bite down, and pray for one more crest towards the heavens.
 
As I fall at breakneck speed deeper into the darkness below. I resigned to myself that there was no going back. My last conscience thought was that from the point of departure I knew all along I would never survive this ride.