The World’s Game
How precious life is that we can be here smiling one moment, motionless and cold the next.
What tricks our mind play on us to make us believe we’re invincible,that we’re here to stay, but we are only instant in the worlds existence.
Why are we so insignificant, but it is ingrained in us to believe that we’re magnificent ?
The world is calculating and methodical, but we don’t know yet what piece we represent in her game of life that we struggle to interpret everyday.
The world has it’s mysteries for a reason, and she will reveal herself to us in time.