I think, in life or in any kind of games, there are two types of people. One is the people who get the rules and One is the people who don’t. But how about those who choose not to play. Those who live in life with their own pace, their own philosophy, those who really struggle, those just can’t seem to emerge in that game everyone is playing. The one who plays a rare and strange game which is no game at all.
A friend of mine tells me that I am an alien to this life. I actually think I am. In love, in career, work, relationship or generally how I face, interpret, react and look at life. What if one chooses to play their own game that no one actually understands, or what if one chooses to play a game that is too far from reality. What if one is totally a dreamer, a stranger, a person that never seems to get life and to be understood.
For a time in life, one can’t seem to be down to earth, can’t seem to get close to reality, can’t be just like everyone else, who get life, become successful and famous and rich. But how about one who doesn’t want those things, how about one refuse to be dragged into all those bullshit. How about one who is a foul in this life. One who trusts too much, who believe in an ideal world which actually not exist.
What if one doesn’t have a choice? What if living a foul in this dangerous world is the only thing one is good at and able to do. What if they struggle to be normal?
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy‘. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
In the end, it is how one chooses to look at life and follow their belief, it is not what the right or wrong way is.