parachutes are like your mind.

Many won't struggle to believe it, except, for those who their minds have been opened, unlocked by whatever kind of key causes people to believe. Those people are either born that way, or as babies, when their minds are like little buds, they are nurtutred until their petals slowly open and prepare for the very nature of life to feed them. As the rains falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there's dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning when others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical. A little less likely to throw in the towel. Some people's minds open later in life, through tragedy or triumph. Either thing acting as the key to unlatch and lift the lid on what know-it-all box, to accept the unknown, say goodbye to pragmatism and straight lines.
But then, there are those whose minds are merely a bouquet of stalks, which bud as they learn new information - a new bud for a new fact - but yet they never open, never flourish. They are the people of capital letters and full stops, but never of question marks and ellipses...
Cecelia Ahern