I never thought of it this way; maybe you have. Life is a game of Tetris.
You remember the Game Boy Tetris, right?
It’s that captivating game with the Russian theme music, where you position tiny blocks as they descend from the top of the screen, to earn points and keep the game going. Early-on, you make a positioning mistake, here and there, and clog things up, and — oops, oh well! — you still have plenty of time to keep the points coming.
Only at some point, the mistakes pile up, you run out of space, you feverishly struggle to reposition the falling blocks and keep the game going.
Finally, inevitably, it’s game-over.
The grim reaper runs the casino. You can only outfox the outcome for so long. I think about this now, as the aches and pains mount. I guess the good news is that I’m too old to “die young” — so there’s that.
Bette Davis was right. So are those dour, fatalistic Russians. Gevalt.