The Game Begins

Nadavrock
2 min readJul 14, 2024

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Random Thoughts

It is when you think to quit that you are finally in the game

When strength is gone and spirits fade,

In life’s cruel game where dreams evade,

A man appears upon the track,

With steel resolve and strength to back.

He kneels in pain, his heart in strife,

For in his eyes, the race of life.

Not every day a contest fierce,

But moments sharp, like daggers pierce.

The crowd, they cheer, a distant roar,

But deep within, he hears the score.

A whispered truth, a silent call,

To rise above, or else to fall.

When shadows loom and hope seems thin,

That’s when the game, it does begin.

For in the dark, the light he seeks,

In weakest times, the strong must peak.

It’s not the days of simple grace,

But in the trials we find our place.

When knees are weak and breath is thin,

That’s where the true games do begin.

So here he stands, on starting line,

With weary heart, yet eyes that shine.

In moments when we’re pushed to brim,

That’s when the game relies on him.

For every step, a testament,

To battles fought, and strength well-spent.

The game of life is paused and still,

Until the challenge breaks the chill.

And when you think to bow, to quit,

That’s when the spark of life is lit.

The hardest times, the steepest climb,

That’s when you’re truly in the prime.

So run the race, embrace the fight,

For in the darkest, deepest night,

The game begins, the soul reveals,

In trials harsh, the heart it heals.

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