Game of Life

I've never been the star player in this game of life. I'm the one sitting on the bench, staring at my feet and taking occasional glances at what is happening around me. I'm content where I am, and I'm used to blending in with the crowd. People don't notice me because I choose not to be noticed. I don't know what happened to cause everything to change, but it did. One day a spectator pointed me out. They called attention to me, which caused everyone else to turn. All of a sudden, I was in the spotlight. All eyes were on me, measuring me up, pityingly. Yes, I liked it for a little while. For once someone else cared, but slowly I came to hate it. I didn't want to be in the spotlight. I didn't want to play in their game of life. I wanted to play in my own. I did the only thing I could do. I got up and walked out. Walked out on their superficial, insipid game. As I reached the doors of escape and slowly pulled the handle, I knew this was it. It was up to me. I opened the door further and was amazed by what I saw. I wasn't alone. People greeted me from everywhere, all had chosen to break free from the plastic mold of society. I knew then that I was going to make it in my game of life. It wasn't going to be about the competition, who won, or who was better. It was going to be about who could make the best of their time on the court, and that is my goal.

Bridgett
2/7/2008