She walked into the room swiftly carrying herself with grace and poise, with her cashmere scarf draped elegantly across her delicate shoulders as her Manolo Blahnik’s created a soothing havoc against the marble floor. She walked to the table and jingled her bag full of plastic coins as her eyes sparkled mischievously because she knew today was her lucky night, before placing approximately fifty dollars on selected red squares. The man in the tux spun the wheel and let fate lay out the cards of all the players that surrounded that table. As the wheel began to slow down I could feel her breath quicken and from the corner of my eye saw her bite her luscious red lips in anticipation. The intensity in the room was so high you could almost cut it with a knife and serve it as desert.
There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe the shattering expression that swept her features as she watched the ball roll onto a black square, and watched her money being dragged away from her in an instant. Five hundred dollars gone just like that in the blink of an eye.
But just like every other person in that room she then reached into her money bag and placed another two hundred dollars on a few more red squares, as she prayed fervently that the odds would be in her favor this time. I remember the atmosphere and the intensity of that moment as though it only happened yesterday, because at that point I realized something that shook me to the very core.
We were will to place bets on money over and over again, even when the stakes were high and the odds were against us. However when it came to the matters of the heart only a selected few are willing to place down our cards. I couldn’t help but question, has the needs for materialistic wealth jaded our perception on what life is really about?
Why is it that we are more willing to place down our hard earned money even when the stakes are high and we know that the house almost always wins, but when it comes to love we aren’t quite able to do the same? Is it true that we find it easier to place our bets when money is involved rather than do the same when it comes to expressing ourselves?
I’m the type of person who wears her heart on her sleeve, the type of person who will go all out if I care about some, the type of person who will go to her friend’s house at 12am in the morning because she’s in tears.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that I think placing your heart out on the table is the highest stake of all, and I’m in it to win it.
Strategic Chaos 