Eerie Playground

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
An expression which describes the true meaning of this life. Go through it and experience a whole new adventure in the playground of life.

Submitted: March 19, 2015

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It is described in many ways, the huge playground of eerie adventures. Everyone lands here as a toddler, searching for a new companion, making up a new game to play, fearless of every possible hazards and excited to just get lost in the dust filled air of this place. Every game and a new adventure is scheduled to a time which no one can ever change, which is purely an immortal strange looking guide. Realizing the fact that every kid visits the playground only once until the sun sinks under the mountains, makes us feel very strange. Walking and running around this place, we've noticed that Im invisible to the ones playing and exploring this place, some are here with their guardians and some are here without any guidance-figuring out how to interact with every atom of this land. We all relate with eachother at some point, no matter how many days we have spent here in this green carpeted land of deception, we just relate. One of the rules of this place is that no one grows up from spending days, everyone has a checklist with different categories of adventures written down as objectives-we grow by completing every objective and as we grow, we meet new people grown up no matter how many days they have spent on this land-they are just looking forward to grow more. There comes a time when we fall straight on the ground, getting a fresh wound on the knee or elbow-frightened of the red liquid penetrating out of the skin, we cry. And what can we do when someday our own companions scrape off the hardened wound turning it into a painful immortal scar, its so shocking that the sight dominates the pain from our nerves, there is pain flowing through the blood but we just feel it in the central unit in between our chests-The heart. Its just unpredictable and strange to participate in all these adventures which in turn helps us grow from toddlers into youngsters to wise old men, still stuck in the circle of this deserted playground. We are seeing the new comers running around while sitting on the benches and remembering the old times of adventures. They are curious about all the pebbles lying beside the lake, why would anyone keep them there? But they will grow one day, they just have to participate in all those adventures, waiting for them to be there-the guide never knocks the door.


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