The big “aha” comes
when you realize that
all the players,
friends and foes alike,
are there to help you
discover that you are
—and have always been—
unconditional love.
The irony?
You can’t “win” unless
you stop playing
the game of opposition.
So roll the dice,
make your move,
but don’t forget:
The game isn’t “over”
until you embrace those
who challenge you most.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
9/7
You ever play life like it’s a board game, but instead of Monopoly money, the currency is stress and existential dread? Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about.
Ah, life, the only game where you can be both the player and the pawn. You land on someone else’s property, and suddenly, you owe them “emotional rent.” Seriously, how did this game even start? I didn’t sign up for this; did you?
You ever notice how we’re all hustling and bustling, doing this thing called “opposition”? Oh man, it’s like we’ve turned life into this endless episode of “Survivor.” Except, there’s no Jeff Probst to narrate our failures and hand us a torch when we mess up. Nah, we get to light our own fires!
But here’s the kicker—everyone’s acting like they’re opponents, but they’re actually the best teammates you’ve got. Think of them as personal trainers in disguise. They’re not here to ruin your game; they’re here to level you up!
Imagine reaching that final square on the board and realizing, “Holy cow! The point wasn’t to beat everyone else. The point was to beat the game by not playing it at all!” It’s like getting to the end of Pac-Man and finding out you should’ve been hugging the ghosts, not eating them.
So remember, folks, the game isn’t over until you throw your arms around those very people who you thought were out to get you. And when you do, oh boy, the confetti that’ll rain down won’t be from any ordinary party popper; it’s straight from the cosmos.