The days of our lives have many similarities with a game of poker where a hand that is dealt is akin to a day we wake up into every morning. Some hands are sure winners and need no skill to win, some hands would have to be folded at the start, no matter who is playing that hand. It is only in between these two extremes that gives the game the thrill it beholds, and a skilled player walks away with his head up. It does not matter at what minimum bet table the game is played at. The game and its rules are the same except with different scale of win or loss. Each one of our days, regardless of our social or economic class or the geography we are in are dealt to us without prejudice or intention by the conscious-less nature. Accepting it gracefully as the hand is dealt and playing it the best, we know how to is the essence of being harmonious with the unconscientious universe that surrounds us. Folding on some days is a part of the game and is not being out of the game and submitting to the outcome of the game without self-persecution or infliction upon others is also a part and the end part of the game. A man aware of the nature of the game would not bicker, when down and would not boast when he is up, it is only a game, how honorably and harmlessly to others it is played is what makes one player different from others.
