its a game. and the rules are clear even if the goal is not. we play against ourselves, but also the ones we tend to relate too. others dont seem to matter so much. the judges are also us, but also the ones we tend to care for or despise. and we all like to win, but prefer a close game. ideally it comes down to the finish, a close tight game that consumes our time and bandwidth. to be really into the game is also part of the game, so absorbed that we forget it is a game and feel it is real. and in many ways it is, the prizes handed out at the end one can hold, money one can use and confidence one walks away with and can bring onto other games.

we also are involved in multiple games at one time. and we play different games with each person we encounter. a favorite of many of us is the game that goes…my game is more important then your game. we play this around the table or out with multiple people, trying to get our two-cents in and hold the spotlight. and its one of those games that is true, since we all sit in the middle of our own game. our games are the only ones that count, at least to us.

a complete episode or period of play, ending in a definite result.

definition of game.

outside the world is at play with its own games. the weather game is starting to see mother nature take back what was taken from her in ugly storms and fires. politicians are playing the blame game as their own failings and systems crack, and mom and dads are playing along with the love game to placate each other and the systems they have built around them. babies play their games when they fake tears and flowers use colors to attract the bugs to come fertilise it. but the exchange happens at each level and the result is the truth in it all, the reason we keep playing. chasing the ball no matter where its going.