Blinded

by anonymous   Sep 21, 2010


Life is like a game, we the people are the players. Life has plenty of tough obstacles and challenges we have to get passed and through in order to get to the end. We face all the storms and also happiness in life. we read about the history and see how life keeps going for centuries; we meet new players every day, because somewhere in those centuries all of the players are going one by one.. there's always some battle that we encounter in our daily lives. Some live in the projects, poor, rich... some not knowing when the next meal gone be... this game.... this life... its unpredictable...you await everyday to see what is yet to come, what your next move will be. You rom through these streets and see all the hands reaching out for your help... for food, cover, clothes, shelter...the obstacles that life brings upon us is just sometimes so unfathomable that the players... they don't even make it to the end... we playing this game blinded because we don't know what's next... so... in the end... who wins??? Us... the players??? Or life...the game????

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  • 13 years ago

    by H. Elizabeth

    This is VERY interestin'...I REALLY love it =)

    It's so true and I just love it so much!!!!!

    --Hannah

  • 13 years ago

    by andi

    AMAZING ..... IT TRUE

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