A Piece to Ponder

by sweet_rebellion   Aug 2, 2007


Sitting in silence gives me the feeling of solitude. Everyhting is living only I feel as if I'm the only one planted onthis earth to walk these grounds alone.
I hear the crickets and the leaves rustle around me. Such familiar sounds, but right now it's as if I'm really hearing them for the first time. We all take this life for granted, no time to stop and think, but we think we have all the time in the world. We all have our time of passing, yet all we do is say "that would never happen to me."
Who does it happen to? If it doesn't happen to me, and it DOES hapen. Then who does it happen to? Did that person have time to think:
"Me!?"
"Should I be scared?"
Life is only a game of strategy.
We are the players, the opponents, and the pawns.
We all must think before we move.
If not we make a mistake. A falter in our opponents eyes. Time enough for them to get ahead, maybe even win.
We all play this game, whether we want to or not. Some forfeit, never to play again. We must believe in our hearts that the moves we make are the right ones.
Because there are only two ways to end the game:
to win
or to lose.

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