Admittedly, I have been struggling to Life in any sort of reasonable way of late, although this week has been much better than the previous few.
I’m also doing a lot of research for a thing I’m working on, and am confronted rather regularly with quotes of the inspirational kind. I find a comfort in them, but also know they can fill a person with the desire to rip the face off someone who shares them so frequently – and smug-happily. Then stab them in the heart with a blunt spoon.
Thus it was with an element of facetiousness that I posted my most recent Profound Instagram Post, complete with Inspired Insights.
A la …
Life’s Lessons: You can only play with the hand you’re dealt
Basically, it was my very justifiable excuse for playing the word ‘farted’, and not that I am really a ten-year-old boy.
It was playing on my mind, because my reality at the moment means I can barely string a cohesive sentence together, much less spout such profundity. I am, indeed, rather impressed.
And there is so much in that first word of a new game (this one with my sister-in-law and owner of six brothers – so she got it).
The fact was, these made up six-sevenths of the letters I was given.
I simply did the best I could with the tiles I had.
I could have played a shorter word … fart, perhaps? Or far or are or red.
But that’s not how I play the game. I like to play the big words. It makes me feel smart.
Farted was the biggest word I could think of in that moment, with the letters I had at my disposal.
It occurred to me that by playing this word, I may offend the other player. Because my mind always goes to how the other person may feel, and I worry that I may upset or offend with anything I do and say.
Welcome to every day of my life … in everything I do, say, and think …
I chose not to care; it is, after all, “just a game” and I was playing according to the rules.
Which could also be seen as a complete fob off and refusal to take accountability for my actions, and the gratuitous use of the word farted. I guess.
The point is, when you have a small selection of letters and the name of the game is to make words that score you points, and the aim is to score as many points as possible, ideally more than the other person, then you do what you have to do.
Farted scored me a whole 20 points, but in another game, I played gombeen and scored 73. That was a good game. I wish life handed me that sort of ease more often than it does … the right tiles, the right layout, the moment of clarity when I thought “hey, I’m quite sure gombeen is a word” and I trusted by gut and played it and scored big.
If you work in a job you hate and moan and bitch about every day, but you also have a excessive mortgage to pay and kids to put through school, you can always choose which way you’re going to play the game. You only have what you have to help you play, and you can only do the best you can with what you have.
If you have an illness, a child who is sick or has something like autism or a mental health issue, you can only do what you can with what you have. You can choose to fight it and complain and hate the world and what it gave you.
Or you can say “this is what I have”, and do what you can with the hand you were given.
SOmetimes you are dealt shitty hand after shitty hand after shitty hand, so many things all at once.
You can give up. Simply stop playing. Flip the board up, scattering pieces across the room, and say “fuck you, I’m taking my bat and ball and going home”.
You know, to mix analogies.
Or you can look at what you have in front of you, in your hands, and in your control, and say “what can I do to make the best of this situation?”
Or what can you do simply to move the game forward, to get you to the next step, one foot in front of the other … just one more day if that’s what it takes.
You can only do what you can with what you have.
In this case, I simply farted … and this release and facetious / profound instaquote gave me cause to take a good look at what was happening in my mind and body, and to do something about it.
Also, when you’re playing Words With Friends, there is zero satisfaction in flipping the board, because it doesn’t scatter the pieces, and the other person gets a nice little thing saying how they won because the other person timed out.
No fun at all …