Life is a Game.
I am born
by chance,
my name,
my race,
my social class
randomly determined.
I spawn, was spawned,
in arbitrary places
and moments in history.
I am surrounded
by random people
who play the game
with me.
I survive
as long as I can
easy or hard
as it may be.
I only get
one life.
It may be fun
at times.
I only get
one life.
When I die
or become
too thirsty
to play
the game
or too hungry
or sick
or injured
or old
my game
ends.
Will I have
won or lost
this game
I am forced to play
now nearing its end?
How do I
win a game
I only play
once?
I must
love the game,
and all the players,
laugh with joy
at every move
I make,
cry when others
stumble,
make the game
fun for all
those
forced to play it
Then I win.
We win.
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Author:
Trenz Pruca (
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Comments2
Very true Trenz, I have been playing that game for a very long time and I know I will win.
Andy
Amen!
what a wonderful way to view this experience titled life, for as long - or as short, as we get to
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