Life is a real game. You and I are nothing but a meeple struggling in this race to succeed and survive. Some of us make it to the finish line, others spend their lives back and forth trying to figure it all out, trying to put the pieces together. The only difference between real life and an actual game is that we don't have a rulebook or a cheat sheet. There is no light leading us in the right direction. We have to learn to be our own compass and progress forward through each tile, each box, and each maze. That's the beauty of being a conscious functional being, we can reason and face challenge so naturally. Each time we overcome a new obstacle in life, we transition into a new level of play, a new paradigm for growth. But not everyone is a winner in this so called puzzle of life. When we cant find the validation that we need, our challenges become something other than executing our purpose. We want to feel accepted and whole. We search for fulfillment and meaning our whole entire lives, endlessly seeking ways to fill the voids. Toxic relationships, as unhealthy and as destructive as they are, are still so wonderful because at least we are not alone. At least we have someone else to listen and hurt with us, we are not alone. Who wants to play by themselves, anyways? Money comes and goes, doesn't it? Isn't it like Monopoly? So how can it be harmless that we obsessively and carelessly throw it away on things that don't last or matter, such as strippers, and booze, and clothes, and shoes, and makeup? We are just trying to make ourselves feel good and maybe just look good. That short period of gratification gets us through one extra day. And when our never-ending search for acceptance turns into desperation, we become so lost and struggle with feelings of hopelessness and worthlessness. We spiral into bouts of debt. When we cant keep up and things turn unbearable, we numb it all out. Like I said, not everyone can play their cards right. We turn to drugs to alleviate the pressures of the game. A lot of people are not built for it. They are pre-destined to fail. Here is the world for you, this life that you must live, but all the pieces are not available to you. Your game is incomplete. Its not over, though, it never started. Lets just stop playing, shall we. Let's give up the whole tirade altogether, lets all be incomplete, because then we can share and live as constants with no expectations, maybe just love hard instead and leave it all as it is. I love you like that. Incomplete.