The games you play

It's paradoxical to learn how to play The Game. It gets easier and harder at the same time.

When you meet humanity from hope, your pink glasses give you an understanding of others that, although fine, biases reality to the illusion of seeing only the best in people.

When you do it from rage, you look for ways to fuel the fire burning inside. You feed off the world, get high in the process, get emptied inside, and look for a new reason (or excuse) to start all over again.

Heaven and Hell as the extremes of a wide range of e•motions that constitute human dynamics.

When you understand The Game, you incorporate new variables, eliminate as much bias as you can, and play differently. You become a player with the rules in hand, and every move is registered in the algorithm of human behaviour. 

Hence, The Game becomes easier.

After that, there's a forever change in The Game. 

And it's when you can see The Game from the beginning that you no longer see people interacting; instead, you simply see a bunch of puppets moving to the rhythm of the strings tied to their disturbances and motivations. And when you start seeing every person from there, when you get to a psychopathic level of understanding others and stay still no matter how hard the storm is spinning around... It becomes extremely difficult to encounter other human beings and not merely some of the numerous puppets around, tied to the threads of their own shortcomings.

And that's why to endure The Game becomes so much harder at the same time.