theatrical_muse TM 202 - Game of Life
If life's a game, who do you think is winning?
Quite simply, the generations still to come.
When I sit down to think about it, I realise that I am in the winter of my life. As depressing as that may sound, rest assured that I intend to make it a winter as long as the Ice Age. My daughters, however? They are in the spring - lively, untouched by life's cruelty, still somehow optimistic for the future when I can't manage to put together any sort of hope.
But our time is short. Our time is precious.
Life is a means of making a mark, whatever it may be, on this world of ours. I have made mine through Sophie and Olivia. They have yet to make theirs, though their impression on me is certainly deep and lasting. But the generations that have not yet been born? They are the ones with, pardon my stealing from someone else, The Golden Ticket.
They will do things that I have never even dreamed of. They will create and innovate and change and destroy and rebuild things that are not yet known to man. They will keep this earth turning, keep it revolving, keep it alive. Long after I have been shoved into a box and buried, they will continue to procreate and will continue to make this world a little bit better for the generations after them. At least, that's the hope.
The children that will be born five hundred, six hundred, however-many-hundreds of years from now are the ones with the biggest opportunity. They, ultimately, win.
Character l Graham Baker
Fandom l Movies (The Holiday)
Word Count l 256
Quite simply, the generations still to come.
When I sit down to think about it, I realise that I am in the winter of my life. As depressing as that may sound, rest assured that I intend to make it a winter as long as the Ice Age. My daughters, however? They are in the spring - lively, untouched by life's cruelty, still somehow optimistic for the future when I can't manage to put together any sort of hope.
But our time is short. Our time is precious.
Life is a means of making a mark, whatever it may be, on this world of ours. I have made mine through Sophie and Olivia. They have yet to make theirs, though their impression on me is certainly deep and lasting. But the generations that have not yet been born? They are the ones with, pardon my stealing from someone else, The Golden Ticket.
They will do things that I have never even dreamed of. They will create and innovate and change and destroy and rebuild things that are not yet known to man. They will keep this earth turning, keep it revolving, keep it alive. Long after I have been shoved into a box and buried, they will continue to procreate and will continue to make this world a little bit better for the generations after them. At least, that's the hope.
The children that will be born five hundred, six hundred, however-many-hundreds of years from now are the ones with the biggest opportunity. They, ultimately, win.
Character l Graham Baker
Fandom l Movies (The Holiday)
Word Count l 256