Yesterday, we sat in gaming circles, passing controllers to the next set of opponents. Leaning towards the television in suspense, we wondered, who would win the game that night. Who would win at the game called life?
Yesterday, we were invincible. We drank cheap alcohol in the backyard, dancing around bonfires, no thoughts of getting old, rising suns as our favorite lull.
No money. Thankless jobs. Making it big was all we needed to do. We could just keep our heads buried in the sands of our youth.
Today, I sit on the couch with a game controller in hand. I miss playing video games, laughing at memories of days gone by, back when everyone was here, and no friends had died.
We miss those days, so we try to bring them back, but the stars in our eyes are slowly fading to black. Our gaming circle is smaller today. Some friends are working, others moved away. Most are too busy to play games during the day.
We say we’ll meet tomorrow, but probably won’t. Our salaried jobs are more demanding. Aging parents need more of our time. Some nights, we don’t feel well and need to be alone to cry.
But we keep scheduling nights to play video games, trying to beat the hourglass sands, all the more likely to lose the time we never held in our hands.