I’m a young adult, and I’m trying to become an actual adult. I find that my friends and I are stuck in the College section of the board of the Game of Life; we can’t make a move until we graduate.
We try to make sense of our life goals by talking about them. However, we can’t talk about our careers with each other because we have a variety of majors. If we tried to talk shop, we’d just confuse each other.
So most of us talk a lot about our plans to get the perfect life package:
*a nice house
*one dog and one cat, to keep things fair and balanced
I feel a lot farther away from this than my friends are right now. I can’t say if that’s true or not; I have no way of knowing the future. But this poem is about the end game, the perfect life package, as well as my fear that once my friends and I each have our own, we’ll get so wrapped up in it we’ll lose touch with each other.
“The End Game
by Maggie McGinity
Putting to bed
No way out
Never want a way out
The ties that bind
In need and want and love
In, “I can’t remember my life before this,
I can’t imagine my life without this.
We all want these tableaus
Of perfect life
Our future sons and daughters;
Us, soon husbands and wives
We assume it’s where we’re headed,
It’s the only way to go.
I cannot regret this.
I would die to get this.
But will I?
I don’t know.”
“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
-Henry David Thoreau