Game Over!

Tangled, entwined, bizarre, merciless... I think about life and these are the first four words that come to my mind. Yet we hold our lives so dear. We spend our entire lives fighting our demons, putting on facades and making some sense out of the crazy mess that we live in. Some of us glide through this journey, some walk through it; others crawl helplessly trying to catch up till time's up and then...GAME OVER! Is it just me or are others also creeped out by these two words? And once game's over, then what? Are we free of all this? No! The demons, the facades, and our mess are all buried with us. The world might be free of that one man and everything that comes with him but he will never be able to free himself of the craziness surrounding him and within. It makes me wonder.. what is better then? Life or death? Above the ground or below the ground? Inhumanity or lifelessness? The answer comes from within... I'm still looking for mine...