Смертельно живые

  In life, like in all other games, we're not allowed to win before we begin to play. In life, like in all other games, we are always predestined to lose in a way. At least, we'll face the irritating question of death or the end of the game. What are we going to do when it's all over? The entire game is complete. What a dull, isn't it?
  We lost again. We lost our opportunity to perform slightly differently.
We lost the unique chance to play another type of game. All in all, whether we like it or not, we always come to a deadly conclusion that we lose anyway.
  Nobody likes to be a loser especially in a world full of contests, in a world that is the mere representation of one single endless senseless contest with no winners at all. However, we are forced to take part in it. And if we can't refuse, what if we'd be able to secure a win right from the beginning of the journey? What if we would never die?
  Game developers are lucky enough to open so-called magic windows. These special portals into an ordinary tedious game reverse it into the complete unknown.
 Now a player gives in to the temptation of being a god if he accidentally gets access to the magic window. There is no struggle to level up, earn credits, complete missions, or upgrade. It's all about just one button click — and you're instantly well-off. You are already leveled up. You are rich to the extent when the money lost its purpose. Indeed, why waste time exploring an impassable road to the next mission? What's the reason to develop?
  Why evolve? Why gradually move your bloody pixel feet to virtual victories when it's so handy with an almost sacred pray of the developer? But how do people pray now? They pray with buttons.
  Being a wizard of the game, the developer is far off from ordinary players' concerns. The creator is freed from the chains of any restrictions. And it comically turns out to be that the creator gets eternity and immortality he can't take advantage of because he's dead being immortal. That sounds weird, but I'm about to clear things up. Life is annoying players' concerns. Life is restrictions. Life is an overwhelming and frustrating presence of death.
  A living player has to think strategies out. He is a slave of natural game processes, such as the lack of money, time, and skill. By endeavoring to constantly evolve in the direction of the end, he picks up mushrooms of sense, he protects the beginning while accepting the end. What is the creator's life if he can do whatever he wants to?
  He is not restricted. But if limitations vanish, we lose every idea of freedom, not to mention an absorbing monster of boredom. So who the hell will select a pre-arranged game scenario where there's no room for spontaneous and unknown happenings? Who the hell is going to play the won game? We are tempted to play the lost games only because of being stubborn. We'd like to prove the death does not exist by outplaying it. And this is the reason we are still playing — we are eager to find the move of the Savior to win against all odds.
  At the end of the day, we'd better change the attitude towards death. Actually, it's a life-saving thing, an emergency that comes to the rescue, extinguishing the deep pointless of life and especially an endless one. We are so frightened to step off the cliff and dissolve in the waters of fatality. However, why are we so convinced that we are to drown and suffocate? Why don't we opt for swimming practice?
  Being egoistic, a man is too self-concentrated to figure the metaphor of the ocean out. A man gazes at the mirror and admires his appearance ignoring the fact that he looks like a cubic meter of water. It's an integral, eternal, and never-ending part of the one united image of a person. In fact, there's one man only as if it's an ocean. However, we stupidly separate each other. We create our seas to think of them as our property. What we don't like to agree is that it's not ours, and one day we will get evicted. Our personal corner of the ocean evaporates. We call this death. Who cares?
  We are the whole ocean with this universal consciousness floating. While a cubic meter of the ocean is away for a moment, life still goes on. Our life. What's the weather like today? It seems like it's going to rain. We are falling off the sky in droplets to restore the oneness of the eternal ocean. Does it mean we endlessly live? Unreasonable tiredness of life may be the S.O.S. signal that means our ship is fed up with constantly drifting. Where are these devastating waves? Where are the sharp rocks to skew our ship and let it end the game of chess with the death kiss checkmate? Something inside all of us strives for this last caress. It's strange, but this is life itself that desires to merge with death...