The universe has a tendency to throw things at a person, a sort of "keeping us on our toes" sort of thing. Most of the time I experience it as a somewhat pleasant game, an exciting tennis match where the score is not critical and the energy involved is within reach. But there are other times when the game speeds up, the goals achieved seem few and rapidly retreating from possibility. The balls careen and veer madly, each inhabited by a drunken demon with a nasty sense of humor. A gentle game of lobbying turns into a cut-throat competition with me on the losing end, frantically dashing around returning shots that merely go further and further astray.
I'm in the midst of one of those now. There isn't any winning. There never was. And it isn't about winning anyway. At least I know that. It is about keeping the game going and maybe, just maybe, learning a few new moves along the way. Only the universe gets to holler "SCORE!!!"