There is a game that we all play sometimes. It’s not a very nice game, but we still play. It’s not very easy either, but we make it sometimes, and sometimes it’s the easiest thing in the world.
It’s a funny game. Not because it’s particularly amusing, but because it’s not. I rather not play, but sometimes I find myself in the middle of it without ever noticing I started playing.
It’s one of those games, you don’t really know the rules, just that you have to keep on playing. There aren’t many guidelines either; when we are bored we play, when were scared we play harder, and when we are happy, we lie and pretend we never played. Everybody knows we are playing though, but no one ever calls out anybody, because we know the other is lying too. A common curtsy if you will.
When we play we sometimes cry, but most of the time we smile, thats why we play, so we can smile, even when it hurts.
Most of us don’t realize we’re playing. It’s almost unintentional. Almost. Sometimes it’s not however, we just like to think it is, it’s easier to think that. Makes us seem less cruel.
We don’t really have much choice in whether we play; maybe we do, it’s just easier to say we don’t. That way it’s simpler, that way we feel better. Isn’t that the whole point of playing? Us, feeling better? Feeling better about what we have done, about what we haven’t, and all the things that happened that we weren’t a part of.
It’s the kind of game that takes skill. Everybody plays, but those who are really good, get the most out of it. Or maybe the least, I still haven’t figured it out. The best players always smile the saddest, and the worst are just ignorant. Sometimes the best players are the youngest, they are born experts. Other times, it is the older souls, whom have been playing for years, take triumph.
When we play, we play with others, we need too. There is no point otherwise. The game needs many players, otherwise it’s useless.
Sometimes we play with others, sometimes others play with us.
I used to be really good at this game, I loved to play, I must have, why else would I have gone on as long as I have? It’s not a very prideful game, It never adds anything to you, only takes away. I wanted to stop; I needed to, for everyone. We couldn’t be better people if we didn’t, but I didn’t know how, and it was so much easier to continue playing then to stop.
I’m sorry, I lied. We play it all the time. We never really stop playing. We start playing when we are young, when we are born, and end when we are done. The game goes on though. It doesn’t matter if we keep on going. We stop, it never does.
Would you like to play?
Funny story, you’ve already started.