Life is A Game

Why does time go by so quickly? It feels like just when you learn a lesson or figure out just how something works you have a whole new challenge to face. I wish life was like a videogame and before you started you kind of had an idea of what was coming. Your ‘spirit guide,’ so to speak, would explain what each weapon he’s handing you does, and whom it is capable of hurting. I wish that when we were stuck we could just press the start button to pause, and run and grab a snack to re-boost our energy and be ready to go. Wouldn’t it be easier if we knew who our enemy was throughout the whole game of life just be reading the back of the box it came in?
We spend our lives fighting all different types of people and battles and sometimes they aren’t the right ones. The weapons we are handed in real life are really powerful, named: love, compassion, hatred and the most powerful of all being our words—a combination of all the other weapons. No one is there to tell us who to use them all on or how, and what seems like would be the best part of the game is actually the worst; we never run out of ammo with any of them. You can never love too much, and you’ll always find someone to hate. With every new level there’s always someone new to depend on you, whether you need to have their back as you rush throw a crowd with piercing swords and stares, or just give them some advice as to where to go along the way.
Maybe some menacing 4th grader really has the controls, and he does all this to fuck us all up. He picks the wrong character to fall in love with the princess and for the best friends to get separated by some momentous event. Then sometimes he gets up to leave, and finds a new game to play. And just when you’d think we have the most control—we feel out of control. No one is there to tell us what to do. As the game progresses, the harder it gets. The more power is given to us, the harder it is to control.
Some people quit the game too early, they get discouraged and frustrated before its time to shut it off. I don’t care how long the mom in your head screams for you to turn it off and go to bed, it’s never time to shut off the power. They leave before the game gets good. One day we’ll all beat this game and find out what the surprise is at the end.
I wish that when you lost a heart, or broke one, you could just go wander around the dark corners and find another one. I guess real life is kind of like that, when your heart is broken you’re on a constant search for someone who can give you a new one. I hope that immature 4th grader isn’t in charge of that too.