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.