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The Game of Life.

Today is unalike.  Not unpleasant, just distinctive.  One of those, what could it have been days.  You have so many choices throughout life.  Sometimes it feels like a gem is hiding under 1 of 3000 cups all stirred around.  All you have to do is pick your suited one.  All appear to be a remarkable fortune at the time, despite only one being your true fate.  Select your cup, ride it out, and see if it turns out to be your destiny.  Some people can go throughout their whole lives picking the wrong cup, only to be let down an hour, a month.... a year ... or even 15 years later. So much time, energy, and life invested. No, not wasted, but invested.  You will always learn or acquire something worthwhile, or even a miracle or two will slip out of that cup.  But still, you didn't pick your righteous one. Yet, all you do is gather the good that came from it, and set the rest in the sand, only to watch it painfully wash out deep into the ocean.  Keep grabbing those fucking cups.  Keep searching for that bright sparkle, because damnit, you can Never give up!  For those that have found their enchanting prize, I toast to you.  For me... I'm going to keep spinning the cups.
 
               -CrueLworLD-


                                         
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