A Solitaire-y Life

     I used to play Solitaire a lot as a kid. It made me feel mature to sit at my parents desk and use their computer just as I had seen them do each day. I wasn't very good at first, but over time I started to better grasp the rules of the game and I improved. 

     I can still clearly remember how I felt the day I found out that not every game of Solitaire is winnable. I spent hours trying to puzzle it out, unable to understand how such an injustice could be true. I wasn't able to understand how you could play every game, following a carefully thought out strategy, making no mistakes, and yet, still lose. 

     As I grew older I began to realize that the injusticeness was not just contained to Solitaire. I began to realize that each and everybody's lives are just like a game of Solitaire, that some, despite every effort, are doomed to fail. And just like Solitaire, there's no way of knowing whether your game is winnable, till it's over. There's no way of knowing if your lucky break is just around the corner, or if you will never get one. There's no sure way to know which cards will lead you down the right path. There's no way to know whether you've already chosen the wrong cards, thinking they were the right ones. There's no way to know whether you are throwing yourself against an unbreakable wall, or whether your next blow will know it down. 

      There is no formula to follow that guarantees your success. Some people are dealt easy cards and some people are dealt impossible ones. There's no way to control the outcome. All we can do is choose to do the best with the cards that we were dealt.