The Game of Life

I am KerPlunk. The last few months, stick after stick has been removed from the see-through plastic tube of my life. Precariously I have suspended, falling from one support to the other, balancing desperately on wafer thin branches, holding on. And then this week, finally, the last straw was gently pulled from under my feet, and KerPlunk! There I fell, my marble tumbling down, landing on that cold plastic base, defeated. But here's what happened next: a hand came down from above and picked me up. It put me in a pocket full of other marbles, and carried me on its way. And as I clacked and clicked along, surrounded by these other marbles of all different glass, colours and sizes, I realised that perhaps, all along, I was playing the wrong game. The tube is not the game. The sticks are not the game. It is all about the marbles. And whether we KerPlunk! or KerChing! there is always Someone who will take us home with him at the End.