Time, our one asset.
We are each given our portion at birth. To some, more is given. To others, less. But the number is fixed, and never increases.
How do we spend the currency of our lives?
Do we spend ourselves on our own dreams, or those of others? Do we chase a High Score? Like Pac-Man, chomping nuggets until the next level, forever glancing over our shoulder, or scanning the way ahead for ghosts.
What awaits us at the end of the last maze? What sacred prize?
Riches? Power? A name in stone? Children to remember our deeds for an instant longer? What profit is there in living for the prize rather than the chase?
I preach no truth to you, for my eyes are clouded. I ask only this: at the end of the journey . . . when the last maze is finished, and GAME OVER flashes on the screen. Will it have been worth it? Did you taste the fruits of life? Drink the nectar? Does it matter where your name falls on the High Score Board, if you failed to enjoy the game?
