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
