What's the point of playin' when you're gonna lose?

If you knew it for sure that you'd lose, would you still sit down and play the game? Or would you rather laugh and walk away while a "fuck this shit" is escaping from your mouth? Is the occasional fun worth the price of losing?

When you are 5 your parents say it doesn't matter who wins, it's all about enjoying the game. And you grow up knowing that even if you don't win at the end, the time spent together is the only thing that matters. Is it? When you are playing with someone who is definitely going to win the game, isn't it smarter to stand up and leave when you see the signs of losing? Don't you feel really really stupid wasting your own time by sitting there gambling with the luckiest man alive? There should be a horn to warn you to RUN NOW. They say running away isn't the solution for your problems, but neither is waiting for your own disaster. If you are not able to close your eyes to avoid seeing the signs that the universe is throwing at you, why would you suffer? Because one thing is for sure: you can't enjoy a losing game. You can try and you can force yourself to stay, but at the end the only thing you regret is the time wasted on something that would never bring you the prize.

And when you've been doing this for a while, one day you just realize that you quit playing games, becuase there is no way of winning.

2014

If every single day's the kinda day when you feel like you just can't deal with your problems, when do you deal with them? Is there a universal deadline to take responsibility for your mistakes? How do you say you're sorry when you don't exactly know what you're sorry for?  And at last: why do we like to shut each other out so much?

Lately I've been thinking too much as it seems. I'm trying to figure out when we decided to choose ignorance instead of forgiveness. People just can't see the whole picture these days, we are so selfish that if someone hurts us, we punish them with forgetting about their existence. All the good memories? Time spent together? Crying on each other's shoulders? Gone with the wind. It doesn't matter if the person has been with you everytime you needed, if your feelings got hurt, the best thing is to completely forget about them in a minute. We are so busy loving ourselves that even if we wanted to, we can't take the time to think about the other side. We're just running around, doing our daily stuff and let time do its thing: heal our wounds. And if they don't hurt anymore? We're still too damn busy to even let it pop in our precious minds that maybe, just maybe we needed to talk about it. And now that I'm sitting here writing this post, I've got the time to realize that instead of discussing the problem with him, I am sitting here writing this post.

We've never been more selfish.

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