Life is a game of dice; you really never know what you're going to get from the time you’re born, until the time you die. When you want it least, the low rolls come in, and when you don’t think you could be surprised anymore, another di falls from your cup. The one thing that holds true beyond the number of dice, or the fortunes..or failures they hold is that they offer an opportunity. An opportunity for one to learn themselves, to better themselves, to prove themselves, and to teach, and help another with their dice. I've thrown lows like autumn leaves, and highs like the midnight sky. I’ve watched people around me catch lows that buried them six feet under, and catch highs that lead to gold plunders. I’ve seen the powers of chance harm, and I’ve seen helping hands heal. See, I think not that we are the people playing these cups of dice, no; I think we are the cups. I think we deal what is within us on those around, and are dealt what is wrought from above, or others. Those that control above our cups are ones we do not know, we do not see, ones some call God, others call Luck, others call Fate. Regardless, that leads us to do what we can, with what we have, onto others, and onto ourselves.
Casual Vacant #A Silken Roll
