each morning, should you wake, the world gives you another shot. a bit of yesterday might cling on to you, but otherwise your chance to be a better or worse you await a twelve hour window of the day. you can be your old self or if you want, be another. you can go against your intuition, try to solve a lingering problem or skip it all and go play. try to look at the positives in it all. tell yourself that if it were not a challenge, you would simply give up the game. we all give up on the games that are too easy. we know that anything too easy is normally a trap.

so i know its a game. i also know its a dance. i observe we are simply passing the balls from one another, building houses of cards that eventually crumble. I count the dollars in the bank and imagine them as points and we try to impress others with our fancy clothes and cars we drive after we get over the basics. i know it is for our own enjoyment, that others sometimes get hurt along the way and none of us ever get out of here alive. i dont know why it is all happening, who built it and how it manages to keep going. but im impressed with its overall complexity and realms.

i think of my own day awaiting. how i will court an investor, play a ball game with an old friend, move offices, push a contract forward, raise money with a charity, plan a brunch and keep up the contacts with my countless friend and foes. i know that soon, my mind will not be so quick. my energy level will fall and the paint will peel from the countless buildings i have painted. my cat is frail, but my future dog has yet to be born. the seasons blur together as i await a tomorrow that is always lingering and a yesterday i can barely remember. i play the game. i know is a game. over and over again.