Life is like a fantasy. Sometimes, things feel so surreal and the arcane dreams that sweep us off our feet are often intertwined with the mundane necessities of reality. Life is very much like an abstract poem full of esoteric allusions, an inscrutable, maybe even inexplicable allegory. It is but a thin and very fine line that divides what is and what isn't. More often that not, the most perplexing question is "Where is the line?"
Life is like an enigma, a mystery more than a puzzle. Puzzles, albeit unsolved, have a direction that beckons one to undertake. It is a story waiting to be written. A mystery is a blank sheet of paper, with predefined boundaries but none pertaining to instructional assistance. You are thrown into a clean slate, expected to meander along nothingness, whilst avoiding treading past the ends of the paper.
Life is like a game of poker, a gamble of you will. We all start out with the same prospects--our deck of 52 cards--but depending on Lady Luck, we all draw a different combination of cards. Some of us are born in royalty, others a scrooge lest they will not survive with their meager sum. The outcome however, is not fixed and it is the way we play our cards that determine our eventual winnings. Many times we instinctively fold to avoid losing much but sometimes, the daredevil within us challenges us to cash all in.
Life is like a prison. Whether you like it or not, you're in it for good and the only way out is a possible parole, and that's only if you can commit to behaving yourself. Nobody likes to be confined but always remember there are other inmates apart from you and they keep you going.
But normally, life is just life. It is what we do, what we see, what we are, what we will become. We know not if it's fixed or flexible, promising or disastrous, fun or gloomy.
All we know is that Life