The game of life
Far too many times I've taken things for granted, which, as you are all well aware of, is the swiftest course towards disappointment. Thus I find it hard nowadays to be sure of things to come: they might, and they might not. When they do depend solely on our own actions or will, we can compromise ourselves in order to reach or accomplish them; shall things go astray, the failure is ours alone to bear. But when they do depend on other's will or resources, how can we be sure? How can we bet, if we know not the odds nor the price to pay? I decided not to play a long time ago, as the memory of that day still haunts me. In a way, I do admire people who still held their belief high, that can so strongly convince themselves that it seems that Fate itself has no choice but to bend before their will; and yet I find my darkest self sometimes wishing for their doom.