The Game

If life exists out of lessons to be learned

And things to be accomplished

Than is it fair to assume everything can be studied and obtained?

If you try hard enough to get it -

If you invest enough time -

If you ask yourself enough questions -

And celebrate not your ready knowledge -

But the thirst you have for more?

If so, when does it become a danger?

A temptation best to be avoided by you and those around you

-to never sit still, to always second guess, to never just believe, to always have to discover…

When does the ambition to grow

Become the abbreviation of losing

Not just moments in time, where you find yourself busily occupied with frivolous thoughts

But potential dreams, decisions, relationships

One might even say; just a bit of your own character

For it is not how well we know ourselves that states who we are

It is how we pass the time leading us through every stage of life

With every hope, every heartbeat, every anticipated desire

It’s how we rise to the occasion, our feet planted steadily on the ground

How we live with our hearts open, daring to risk additional scratches on our armor

It is even, scary as it may seem, to lay down our armor, to drop our guard

To let people and opportunities in

To live and try and fail and try again

To succeed sometimes yet not often enough to take it for granted

To love sometimes yet not in such quantity we lose our perspective on quality

To find what makes someone special – not just in someone else, but in us

And that is not how much we know or claim to know about the world

Surely it would make life easier to live if every day possessed a certain structure

But it is not a board game we are playing – in which we move from square to square

The map of life is way more complex than that cardboard equation

And something we must learn to understand, accept and adjust to;

We can’t comprehend all there is to know

We can’t learn all there is to learn

Each of us has reasons and motives, wants and fears

And they are what make our silhouettes, the outlines of our lives

So we are able to recognize and tell ourselves apart

By our flaws and our fancies

Arguing from this state of mind, would it not be a pity to ‘just’ strive for perfection

For everything, for all there is?

When we can also be ourselves

A raw version of our ambitions – yet one more real

More honest, more intricate

So, ask yourself not if you can learn everything you can

Instead, ask yourself whether you want to