When I was a child, I used to play hop-scotch, sometimes alone and other times with friends.
I used to select a flat stone; smooth, that doesn’t hop when thrown, hold it in my fingers and give it a kiss before parting with it. It used to land on required squares at times or I would retry again.
Life has become like that hop-scotch game. I limp around from one square to another trying to reach the end.
But unlike the game when I reach the end, there is no turning back to repeat the process. There are new hop-scotches waiting for me to limp and move forward.
But the major difference I face here is, I no longer get to choose the stones, nor do I get to pet it. After every level the stone changes its shape, it flies and lands on squares I don’t want it to and I don’t get to repeat. I have to move on limping, making sure I don’t touch it or question the process.
May be when I complete every square that is in store for me, I might realise the squares were set in such a way that they themselves formed a circle and I will be back to where I started.
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