Play, Damn You. Play the Game.

The essence of life is life itself. Wallowing is wasting, and waste will swallow, all of the fiber, until you are hollow. Stay hungry, but never starve.

To realize the game, it's purpose, you must first play. Let the winners and losers sort themselves out when the curtains close, and until they collapse, hand yourself over. Do not look through the hole, climb the fence, do not watch, dance on the field. You cannot win, you cannot lose if you never try, if you never pick up the ball, if you never lace up the glove. Someday there will be no end, if the game is played perfectly it will never end, it will passionately move forward, and both sides will pause, just for a moment to realize their part, and that they do not oppose one another, but instead, that they breathe life into one another, and in this moment, rivals will pray that they can fight forever.

For the essence of life is life itself, there may be a beginning, and could be an end, but just like any game, it's what happens between that defines the time. Get on the stage, jump off the cliff, close your eyes and let go of the fear, of the doubt, let yourself feel. You will hear the air, it will brush against your skin, it soothes.Sometimes it is the unseen that fills you with life, that carries you. Let yourself love the game, and you will stop caring about winning or losing, you will know what it's like to run free.

Life is only a string of short moments, and at the end, everyone will talk about the winners, of the performances, of the failures and successes, this is why funerals are so dull. They are times to reflect on life, and mourn the lost, but the lost themselves are never present, and for good reason, it is a waste of time, of life. They have moved on to another game, players don't enjoy the press conference, it's a formality, it's fake, the questions are determined, the answers are expected, dull words of the heavenly lights, which caught a glimpse of heroes and heartbreak, of love and struggle, of grit, and everything beautiful that cannot be repeated and will never be captured in whole. Play damn you, get out there and leave your heart on the field. What are you saving it for?