The true tragedy is that you never failed to point out my mistakes and flaws but i always failed to recognise yours.
Its repetitive isn’t it? The game of heartbreak
Yet we all still play. Participate with full enthusiasm, impetus and with no plan to learn from our mistakes. We all know the outcome, yet we are still hurt when it happens.
Even the strongest humans are susceptible to this disease. The disease that has taken a toll on countless, unsuspecting, innocent victims, and their lives. The implacable disease of Love.
A drug, an addiction,
Something that you can live without but forget how to live without.
The concept of the game? Oh its very simple. You either play or get played. Its very rare to find a friendly match where the two sides are not competing to destroy one another.
The end result? Complete obliteration of the defending team.
Why is this simple game with simple rules so hard though? The answer to that is well… simple.
When things are easy, we tend to use all that extra room to over-complicate stuff. Therefore everyone ends up playing a different game; employing their own strategies and bending the unspoken rules to their own liking.
Another weapon the brave soldiers (that enter this brutal war) are equipped with is the ‘blinker’ ( the blinders horses wear, to prevent them from being frightened by potential harm). However, when our brave soldier puts on this metaphorical blinker, he restricts himself to a view of only the potential harm.
And once this blinker is on.. BOOM.