The games of Human being

Games develop your imagination, they encourage creativity, socially they areunifying, they are essential simulation towards the experience of reality, from thisaspect games are very positive. But a game can be also destructive by nature: when itis using you an escape system and when it is hiding the reality as it is; when it istaking over and not making space to the true reality; when it is functioning as if it isthe exclusive reality.The uestion about the games is bigger and wider: is life a game! That is, did we borninto something fascinating, funny and amusing! “a game!#, or did we born into anexistential state of being! $herein existence by itself is the issue! “reality#.%any people search in their life what they call &living’: pleasure, interest, amusement,excitement and enthusiasm; something that is outside the dull daily existence, theroutine, monotone predictable, colorless existence.This is why we find ourselves in strange relationships, with a unified connection isn’ta product of a bond or harmony of two souls, but it is the product of finding a mutualgame and correspondences that is created by two game partners.(t times, perhaps by virtue of a rough experience, the game mask becomes slit, andthen we discover to our ama)ement the game pattern that is lurking underneath theruins of the existing relationship. $e discover that the relationship we thought to besolid and stable are nothing but a superficial set of game rituals with laws and orders,with permanent losers and winners.But even after we become aware to that, the game mask revives itself and immergesagain in a surprising speed and we will never know that we once knew otherwise*+ike the known poet and writer that was taken by an ambulance to the hospital due tohart attack. (nd while he was in the ambulance he reali)ed the foolishness of thecreative game that is his live. e reali)ed that actually behind and while he was goingthrough all the years of creation and contemplation, the reality was lurking uietly,hidden and no she suddenly appeared “like reality likes to appear usually# in the imageof a routine ambulance.-n a routine paramedic, that is chatting about this and that with his friendparamedic;and all that while this poet is lying on stretcher, heading perhaps to his final moments,most definitely experiencing one of his most meaningful, intense experiences of hislife. / much more meaningful than all the wonderful poems that he ever wrote. Butnow it is no longer a poetic game of an ascetic poet, in a romantic attic, surroundedwith poetry and contemplating books, and beautiful hallucianairy girls at his doorstep;now it is for &real’.(nd indeed through the eyes of those that are playing in the +una park of the life”flirting, career, family, advertising, trips, tourism, friendship, love, betrayal etc. etc.#The reality appears to be old and boring.0scaping this reality into the land of games is not only an adventurous escapism. Thisis a fleet of terror and horrendous fear, that stem out of the lacking ability to face theexistence state of being as it is. ( state of being wherein the nothingness, the absurd

and the horror “that are well represented by getting old and dying# are becomingcharacters in an impossible horror film, terrifying characters, much too terrifying forthe children that are eager to be amused; characters that are driving those terrifiedchildren, to be constantly on the run, running towards gimmicks games.The truth is that a stimulation level and its intensity inside the regular,communicational game between people is nothing against the intensity of theexperience of being exposed to the naked reality, that is beating hard underneath thecamouflage of the game. 0veryone that is being exposed to it, receives its immenseintensity, and managed to internali)e it, gets filled with vitality, a vital force lifeenergy, that cannot be compared at all to the 1oy and the power of the games of human beings. -n order to part from the security that is incurved inside the games that wereinvented by men for men, and to go through the reality that is beyond, you have to dosomething else, something out of the ordinary: you have to open your eyes, shake itof*2ou have to wake up3333( short story%any years ago in 4hina thee lived a man that loved dragons, he collected them andstored them in his house, all kinds of dragong, paper, cotton, itron dragon, all kinds ofdragon, because he really really loves dargons,5ne day a real dragon came to his house and stuck his head inside the window and blew and the man that loved dragons died from fear.2ou can play games all your life, but it is never really that, you can never really prepare for the real life.