Different Hands, Same Game

We all breathe the same air. We all bleed red. We are all made up of the same elements. We all crave to love and to be loved. We all have one topic or another we could talk about for hours on end. We all are on a pursuit of happiness. We are all born, and we all die. We all stare up into the same, infinite, abyss at night. We all dream, or have dreamt, of a better life. We all require the same necessities in order to sustain our life. We are all human. Granted, we all have different specific details to us, whether those specifications are how we were raised or our financial situation or our race or gender or so on, is nothing more than the fine print. If we were to take a step back from pure individualism and look at us as a whole, it’d be apparent that we are all the same. We have each been dealt different hands, but we are all still playing the same game. Whether we have ones, sevens, or aces does not matter in the big picture. What matters is the fact that behind those cards, we are all just human beings, dealing with what we’ve been dealt.

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