Can Temple run and life be any more similar

I was killing boredom with a game of temple run 2 at the dawn of another boring day. 

I ran. I ran further. I kept on running. 

I crossed the rivers and hopped over the obstacles. Rewards were aplenty and dangers bountiful. There were narrow lanes and fire coughing mountains, giggling rivers and dangling emeralds with a troll on the trail. Beefed up my sack with whatever I could for the end that would never come. I slipped and fell sometimes saved by a whisker and other times not so lucky.  

With the laden sack and fluid limps as I surrendered to the banality of journey, I realized it wasn't about winning or losing at all but about perseverance and chances – a chance to go on or die. It was a run in search a destiny that never exists but hoping it does. 

May be life isn't any different. 

All good days come to an end

Fluttering heart and incoherent speech is the expression of excitement in the anticipation of the weekend that promised sleepless nights and sour throats; hearty lunch and sleepy afternoons; late supper and lot of laughs.

The noisy platforms and milling crowd, anxious smile and the waited bait always spell home to the wandering soul.

Hugs and kisses followed by questions and more questions, a wave and a hoot, a chuckle and muffled laugh over the familiar scuffle between familiar neighbors. All good things rolled into one that never discriminates night and day until now. The day where the dream ends and reality kicks in.

Good bye never said without tears, hugs always with a longing. Train and people will not hold the same charm because they always seem say all good days come to an end.