The Games That Play Us

"And if you're faced with a choice and you had to choose, I hope you choose the one that means the most to you" - Rascal Flatts 'My Wish'

A circle. The only shape with no sides and no end. I think our lives are like circles where we chase things that have no end to it, or none that is visible anyway. Why? We tend to chase those who hurt us and ignore those who adore us. We chase those who are “unattainable” and see those who aren’t as something you would settle for when you have no other choice. We chase to satisfy our materialistic desires failing to realise that it can never be satiated.

I think men often lose sight of what is important and as a result, make the wrong choices. And later on in life, some of us become unmanned by grief and find ourselves breaking down and weeping for time to rewind itself just so we could correct whatever we did wrong. But alas, time stops for no man.