the winner. each day this race to nowhere seems to begin again, an endless sprint in circles. it is hard to tell who we are even racing. ourselves of yesterday, our peers, the other tribes, our siblings? and what is the prize? we all keep getting another coin to insert, the carousel keeps spinning. the music keeps coming. is it the ones with the most coins, the prettiest, the first ones chosen for the team? what makes the game so competitive, who is handing out the prizes and how did we all get so absorbed into it ?

the myriad of questions we have each day falls on deaf ears. most dare not ask nor think of such things. to philosophize about this point is in itself pointless, each answer an assumption or stretch in thinking we are getting closer to an answer. like not being able to see our own head, bite our own teeth, finding out answers would perhaps have us all marching in one direction, cause a horrible jam and ruin the whole flow of whatever is going on. we have already gamefied the whole thing with the school grades, the salaries, the houses and neighborhoods, the honorary mentions and countless awards handed out by our peers in an attempt to rate us.

an award show for life. our magazines already rank the most important, the prettiest and the worst dressed. society does a fine job of awarding the rest with material objects and titles for us to throw around. but what about the balance in those winners? the prettiest boy in the crowd will rarely be the happiest, the smartest almost never the hippest, the strongest have, for the most part, ego and personality issues that prove disabling for a rounded life. winners and losers all in one. what does the finish line look like and at what point will it appear. is the end of each day a time to sit down and mark the winners or does one decide in college, in retirement or in mid-life. or are there no winners and losers among us, just different variations of the same thing competing for the same resources in the same place at the same time.