Life

Life is a game created by unamused sadistic gods. We are their betting pawns, gamble chips, set in this cruel world. Everything pure and innocent will be challenged and broken down at the start of birth. Some are born with it all and some destined to suffer since their first breath. Players can always choose to quit early by a self-inflicted death. Some pity them in awe and remorse while the cold-hearted scoff at the whimsy departure. On the serious note, suicide or self-harm is not laughing stock, but perhaps being as they are laughing stock desensitizes the disclosed severity of it all. Others battle on, barring up their foolish hearts. Everyone is in pain—the causes similar yet personalized—and everyone sought out for relief. Some find the kicks as their temporal antidote.

To smoke a joint.

Porn.

Violence.

Sex.

While others look for hope from a higher power, thinking there is a safe haven for them if they lead a pure life and confessed their sins. Life turns us cold and it takes every opportunity to twist your soul. Most of us grew up in such a high-fructose drizzled world to even glance at the unearthly morales of a 'humanized' world without burns. It is barbaric in its tuxedoes and bearing bonds, isn't it? Bacteria and smut aren't the only dirt on the Ben Franklin. The pain, blood, and mental agony many have to go through to have it tucked into a thong by a horny Wall Street broker.

Most learn the ways of reality, realizing that kindness is at a high price.

Only those few blessed individuals are willing to hand out unconditional love far and wide while asking for nothing back. Some set back and whimper like a puppy that was kicked too much. But at the end, everyone is the same, they die in this game, you can either let yourself and everything destroy you, be a villain, a saint, a parasite or someone who lived a life worth telling about.

Who do you choose to be?