My turn has come and I roll the dice.
I smile and take those steps that shall take me to greater heights.
My opponent tries out his luck, falls farther behind.
This game belongs to me, and victory is near in sight.
Last few steps and then I shall succeed.
I roll the dice once again, hoping to continue my journey towards victory. I check the number on the dice disbelievingly. There has to be something wrong! I tell myself frantically.
The game is brutal, to say the least.
I slide down to find myself among my shattered dreams.
He rolls the dice and cries out with joy.
I grumble as I see him scale new heights.
Within no time I see him reach where I was.
Will he succeed this time or fall is my only concern right now.
With a heavy heart I wait anxiously for the dice to roll, but he cheerfully gets up from his seat and says that he wants to play no more.
I remind him that the game isn’t finished yet and to give up so close to winning, is nothing short of foolishness.
He smiles and says this is where he had always wanted to reach. He is content that he has achieved his victory and was never aiming to be, where I had dreamed to be.
In that moment I realized that I was playing the game of life, where every success and every failure was going to be just mine.
Ladders are chances which I can choose to take or forfeit.
Snakes, failures that are lessons for me.
Life isn’t a competition and there is no final victory.
It is up to us to celebrate our own little accomplishments and overcome our own dreadful fears along the journey.
So the next time a dice is rolled and there’s a ladder in front of you,
It is for you to decide if you really want to climb it, or to let it go.
Relatable poetry 