Batter Up

Death is like leaving the ballgame early. You are certain to miss something, miss a good play, miss the roaring crowd, miss the end score. Only in the ballgame of life, there is no end score. The plays continue, the unexpected happens, the weather changes, players are injured and others enter the field. We all leave the ballgame early. We only stay for a few innings, and are then called from the bleachers by the inevitably terminal nature of life.

We want the home team to win--we strive to beat our opponents, to see it all play out, gripping our seats and anxiously awaiting as the clock ticks away. When we go to a ballgame, do we not feel relieved when the game ends and the home team has prevailed? Do we not slowly forget the emotion of that game as we go about our lives, until the next ballgame? That is why the clock continues to tick. That is why man was designed without the ability to win the game, without the ability beat life; he may never lose interest in it.

Current Mood: Tired

Listening To: "Leave" by R.E.M.