My ex-wife used to get mad at me all the time for comparing life to games or, worse yet, sports. Yet with all the analogies that are out there for me, sports/games are the best ones. For instance as I was sitting in the living room of my residence. I started to think that the way life is going for me at this particular time, I feel like a poker player. You know the guy that was just dealt a really crappy hand, and has to figure a way to bluff his way to the pot. I am not just playing five card draw, I am playing seven card stud. The first two cards may have been on the low side but the river has helped me turn things around and there is some looking up. Until I get to the turn card and the final hand is dealt, I am going to call, raise, and bluff my way through.
You know how they (this is a proverbial thing not really sure who they are) say if life gives you lemons you just need to make lemonade? Well in this case, at least for tonight I have decided to take the cards that life’s dealer has given me and play out my hand. Let the chips fall as they will I am not one to sit around and mope, I always have and always will pick myself up, dust myself off and get back in there to sit in on the next hand.
I have always felt that life should be one case where folding is not an option.