Of cycles and mudballs

I was walking back to my room today.It was a lazy,dispirited walk.To assuage my boredom,and for the lack of anything constructive to do,I started rolling a a "mudball" in my way.You know,a kick,watch it roll along a unpredictable trajectory, bring it back onto track if it strays a lot to the side,and then kick it again.The ball kept becoming smaller.With every kick a portion of its mud fell off,and was lost on the path mingling with the dirt on the road.I thought then that thats what life is you know,its just a ball of mud that keeps rolling around losing values as it goes by,losing mud as it rolls along.Arent all of us like this? Born perfect,the apple of everyone's eye(well neglect the exceptions) , pure and perfect(almost always) and well...new.Then we begin roling...

But then something happened that destroyed the train of thought I was trying to construct.A bunch of cycles approached me from the opposite direction on that dimly lit path.I stepped hastily to one side and sudenly realized i hadn't saved my litle mudball,my companion of now,my analogy to life.And then,in one sudden movement,one of the cycles ran right over it...