Have you ever felt like your life has been one marathon Monopoly Game? It is three in the morning; you are at the drooling stage of exhaustion. You’ve just forfeited Baltic Avenue, (your last pathetic property) in partial payment for your sixth motel visit on Boardwalk. You secretly pray for a “Go directly to Jail card. Do not pass go…Do not collect $200.00”
You roll the dice and sure enough you land on Park Place. Surely the owner will claim victory this time and allow you to slink away from the table in disgrace. No such luck! The landlord is a self-proclaimed “nice guy”. He’ll allow you to make payments and graciously agrees to keep track of your debt. He’ll do you a favor and pocket your two hundred dollars each time you pass go. Do your eyes deceive you or has he just donned suspenders and a visor? Is that a cigar in his mouth?
How is it that some people sail through the board game of life amassing massive fortunes and property constantly picking the community chest card that reads “collect fifty dollars from every player? And how is it your life is a series of losses and you constantly pick the card that reads “ pay hospital tax $100.00.
For years you’ve yearned to just once cross the finish line ahead of the pack. Just once bring home the hardware rather than another wilted participation ribbon. Just once have your name in sizeable font rather than squeezed into the exhaustive list entitled, “Also Ran.”
Undoubtedly, the game of life is not for the faint of heart. If you and I are kindred spirits then you too experience times in your life when you simply want to whip off your queen-sized panties, hang them on a stick, and wave them in the air. You too want to scream…“Ok…Ok…I give…I give…I surrender!” But there is one problem with your plan: The other players need you. They will never let you out of the game. Without a loser, how can they possibly declare victory? No…You’d best put on another pot of coffee and throw a few drops of Visine into your eyes. Round and round the board you will go. Not passing go; not collecting two hundred dollars.
Besides, down deep, you know you are largely responsible for your pathetic portfolio. Were you not the one who traded the deed for Pennsylvania Ave for Mediterranean Avenue because the person to your left wanted to have a matching set of green cards? Were you not the one who told your competitors to keep the change and insist their first time visiting your property should be free? Did you not pass up buying a house concerned about the damaging effects to the ozone layer?
NO…It appears there will always be those in life who roll snake eyes and land on free parking. And there will be those of us who hope no one saw us tuck our “Get out of jail” free card in our bra for fear we might be expected to use it.
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