You know I don’t like rules.
Especially rules that don’t make sense.
I don’t like breaking rules anymore though.
I like to make my own rules now.
And I like to make my own rules everywhere.
With my kids.
In my relationship.
You name it.
Never really stopped to think about the impact it could have on other people.
Recently an older colleague of mine made a remark that left a deep impression on me.
Sure you can change the rules.
As young people you probably should.
If they don’t make sense, you have to.
Just don’t do it during the game.
Change the rules when the game is over.
And make sure you inform or discuss your new rules with the other team.
It’s only fair that everybody plays with the same rules.
Plus it’s a great test to see if your brilliant new rules are truly brilliant.
Or just brilliant to you.
Because as much as I want to believe I’m playing my own game here, in the end there’s always one other game.
And that’s the game we call life.
A game that has 7 billion players.
Not sure how many teams and who’s playing who.
The one thing I do know is once we find rules that everybody can stand behind, this thing we call life becomes a whole new game.
A game of opportunities instead of opposition.
A game of camaraderie instead of cold wars.
A game of friendship instead of fear.
A game of hope instead of hate.
A game of grace.
A game that doesn’t need rules anymore.
My kind of game.