There they were, as I came over the hill, speeding toward me, confident, menacing. They teased me a little bit, laughing at me, as I cringed and shrunk. They forced me to react, and then made me think.

Headlights.

They were bright. Seemed brighter than normal headlights do, but I think my eyes were just accustomed to the dark. After all, it was late. And so I met them, eyes to eyes, path to path, and they stared me down, hunted me, like a pair of rifles.

Bang. I'm dead.

But I'm not, am I? Not dead, not even really threatened. In reality, not one little bit of danger presented itself to me a few minutes ago, on the bumpy black road approaching my house. I wasn't moving fast, and neither were they, the headlights I mean, not really fast at all.

But none the less, for a split second I was...scared? Worried? More like surprised. My eyes widened, my grip tensed.

I sat up.

In that fraction of a fraction of a fraction of time I saw it, assessed it, and admitted.....

Defeat.

I read the headlines behind my eyes for that moment.

"man cut down in prime of Life by....."

"student's Life cut short..."

"boy with his whole Life ahead of him..."

Life

Life

Life.

Life...is a game. Isn't it? I was always the assumption that it was. Just a game. Play, don't play. Win, lose. What's the difference? But I like to play. I'm good at it.

I love to live.

And I think that I can appreciate it for what it is. And that my friends -- my worried, strung up, cautious little friends -- That is what's important.

And let me tell you what isn't important. Stuff is not important. Normality is not important. Its not important that you overslept, or that you're dog peed on your couch, or that you never learned to play the violin, or that the love of your life left you. Its not important that you're stupid and ugly and talentless. Which you probably aren't really anyway. But even if you actually were all those faulty things you think you are, its still not really important.

There really are far too many things in life which are not really important.

Then again, without all that shit, it wouldn't really be life, now would it?

Now, I'm not here to tell you what to do, or how to think, or what to watch on TV. I'm a cynic. I make observations. You can discount them as useless, or find lesson in them. That's up to you.

Here's what I say, though. Stop worrying about fucking it all up. You're inevitable going to fuck it up no matter what you do, or how careful you are. That's part of it. Stop trying to hold on to it. You can't. And if you could, you wouldn't really want to. If you think that's what you want, you're either exceedingly boring, or just afraid. Fear is an illusion. Play it, don't let it play you. Games are not always about results and competition. Sometimes Games are just about games.

Love Life.

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