It's a naive game that's being played in this playground called life. Even the most cunning among us is innocent within the borders of this playground...This game isn't like hide-and-seek, tag or hopscotch. Or perhaps it's similar to all of them. Everyone has lost at least once and sometimes they get to win. All of us have stumbled around the playground like a blindfolded It and tripped over an unseen obstruction.

And then we have had to get up and go on to say `I am, I live!'.But everything begins so childishly. The players have to be childlike. Then as it grows it gets serious. And a serious game is no fun. The child has to pretend to be mature, leaves the game and goes into seclusion. And life goes on with the tears of the child inside...This game is played by our most human parts. With bodies that are scorched by devils, cooled by angels' wings. With nine-caliber eyes, sometimes inadequate words, with love, man, woman, nature, life, birth and death.There is always tension in the air in this playground called life. The players act with their bodies' incompetent actor language, unable to control their emotions. They let the secret out and say `I'm human!'.It's a game where there's no winner.Just a game...A game that lasts a lifetime and ends only when the time to surrender gravity finally comes.hasan ayla