Plumbing issues

The days blur by like the stationary memories caught out of the corner of one's eye as this carousel of life rotates out of control. While the carousel generally stays in motion, I feel like the intermittent short stops and starts [once thought of as peaks and valleys] are temporary clogs in the flow of life's pipeline and I wonder if it somehow is simply inertia. Perhaps we accumulate these small and slight resistances over time to the point where we clog the fluidity that ignites our lives.