Gamble with coins not bills

gone are the days of nonchalance. the day i started faking it is the day it started to matter. i’m losing my remoteness and apathy. i’m losing my insensitivity. everyday. everyday, things start to matter more. i feel emptier whenever i lose. i expect more whenever i get. it’s the cycle i can’t beat and it’s getting more and more complex as i engage myself more into the game, the loneliest game. nobody’s gonna win but everyone’s trying. trying is all we can do.

falling feels like this. you ask yourself why you jump inspite of the risk of getting hurt. you know exactly why you jump— because despite the pain is the chance that you’ll be happier when you start to fly. you’re too tired of walking that you rather fall to break the monotony. you rather hurt. you rather cry. at least you feel something. anything.

you’re a part of the game. and you’ll do everything to feel that. you’re trying, crossing your fingers…but you know you’ll never bet that much…because you know, as well, that you’re never gonna win. try. that’s all you got to do.

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