Everything is a game.
A wise move, and then the next is played.
There are no winners, because we always end up losing something, sacrificing, or just letting go.
I tend to ponder upon what my next moves are, it is an idea haunting me at any hour of my days.
I can sit in one place and suddenly BAM it hits me… the thoughts come flushing through me.
My love life, My work life, My home life.
The many lives we come to live all at once to balance in this endless dance of unknown motion.
The personal knick-knacks that seem to hang on a swinging hinge.
Although it has yet to hit me.
No sudden realization, there is no “AH-HA” moment for me.
Yet… is a positive attitude the blinding reason to things?
When someone has lived for so long seeing only good in life and people, it makes it hard to change that view point, even if life and people have not been so kind in return.
I find any excuse of a chance to see the positive.
So when do the games end, and what more will I have to sacrifice, lose, and let go of in order to achieve a sense of reality and life.
An accomplishment can only satisfy for so long, until a craving rises again.