Your life is more like the weather, than it is like checkers...
You are changeable.
Unpredictable.
Moody.
Breezy.
Stormy.
It's not a game.
You don't win or lose.
You manifest.
You exist.
You drift and range.
You go places.
There is the Winter of your discontent
and the Spring of your new emotion
and the Fall of your rain-like tears
and the Summer of your steamy love.
And you are all of these things in a moment,
a day, a week, a month, a year, many, many
many, many, years.
Your life is the weather.
Not a game.
A phenomenon.