For me, life is like a plastic bag.

Forever flowing as the wind or any other force wills it too

without any destination, or any purpose

sometimes, there’s good in it, such as candy that you would put in it.

But that goodness is always eaten, but would always make you remember that it was there. Like wrappers. Like the pain of heart

The bag is used every now and then

but always end up useless and forgotten

For me, that’s life, nothing special and nothing important

like the background music of an intense game. No one would every notice it, never say anything about it, dismissing its existence. Sometimes someone would notice it, but would always forget it 

I would be at your side forever, but why I’m there? i don’t know
just waiting for something to happen perhaps, but nothing ever would
the pointless game… Life

Would you ever win?

How would you win?

What are the objectives?