Remember when, as a child, you and your friends all played house together? You had the mom, the dad, maybe even kids, and everyone was happy. Real life was turned into this idealistic game, where it wasn't real life anymore.
I hate to burst everyone's bubble, but life isn't a game anymore.
When you played house, you were only about five to maybe eleven or twelve years old. You didn't know about taxes and bills, you didn't know that you had to get a job, hell, you probably didn't even know that Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy didn't exist in real life. Why? Because as a young child, everything was a game. Children don't know about the struggles of what I like to call "adulting." Adulting is hard. There are endless bills to pay, taxes due, jobs to keep, and not to mention food to buy, meals to cook, and a house or apartment to keep clean all the time, let alone laundry to do. Children shouldn't be expected to understand that at such a young age.
My point is, it's not a game anymore, and some of us still see it that way. There are some people who get it easy in life - they're born into a very wealthy family and don't have to worry about paying for their college and post-graduate schooling, let alone taking out loans. They can hire cleaning services so they don't have to, though not everyone does that. Meals can be made without them, and things can get handed to them on a silver platter.
That's what playing house was like.
However, life is not a game. Life is cruel, life is uncensored, life is unfair. Things happen that you can't control. If something goes wrong in your game of house, you can say, "Wait, that's not right, let's redo that." In real life, you don't ever get that opportunity. You get one shot to do whatever it is you need to do - just one chance. There are rarely ever "do-overs" in real life. Second chances, maybe, but that's once in a blue moon at best.
Real life is about both the good and the bad. In real life you may end up with happily ever afters, but definitely not without hardships along the way. If life were a game, we could skip right to the end where we fall in love, have a big family, or do whatever we think will make us happy.
It's time to stop playing house. Life isn't a game anymore.
