life's a game. a game of illusions and deception. we walk this world as if it was a labytinth of mirrors, where we see our souls and the others'. but even those images are nothing more than that: images. figures. shadows that reveal not the true soul, but how that soul seems to be. even our choices are illusions. we don't have that choice; we just believe we do. and that makes us feel stupidly happy, as if we were the lords of our own destiny. we are blind by it, unable to realize the simplest truth. we are not free. we are not meant to be free.

the only thing we can choose in life's game is the way we play it. the way we see the shimmering illusions that haunt us every time. the way we walk towards them. as a matter of fact, it is the same thing, to believe them or not. we cannot win. we aren't meant to win. we'll end up in the same way. naked, free falling into the cold, eternal sleep. no escape. we are the wicked, and we have no rest.

is it worth then? maybe yes. maybe no. each one may find an answer. for what is worth, i think it is "yes". we live. we fall into shadow. we leave the shadows behind. and so on. we must never be afraid to live. for that will be the ultimate difference in the last moment - if we fall into the endless sleep as winners or as losers.