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A game of two halves.
Life that is, not football.
There are many ways we can divide our lives, and as we get older we are able to separate them into neat chapters and talk about them like a Game of Thrones book. People come and go (hopefully none beheaded), magnific and magical things happen, as well as sad and moving moments, as we explore new places and new experiences and try to have some sort of adventure.
However not all of us like reading GoT, it’s too descriptive, too complex, too violent, too erotic, too much. So for those I’d like to propose an easier breakdown of life, into two halves, with a little warm up before and after.
Foreword
Unfortunately, a lot of how you’re going to be before you even kick off has been decided. If it’s not from society then it’s from those dastardly parents/care givers of yours, who have blessed you or banished you with certain looks, intelligence, attitudes and skills.
This gets you to flex your brains and muscles, ensuring they are properly warmed up before heading out onto that pitch where you get to play.
Some were not warmed up however, and found themselves suddenly awake in the second half, having slept the whole first half of their lives.
