Without going deeply into the subject, apparently life is a game, where perhaps many of us know the cards, but it is evident that there are few who know how to play well.

Many times, in this strange game we will have good cards to win; but in many others, there will be bad cards; and in both cases for having little knowledge and education about life itself, we happen to be "entangled", we will not know which card to play or how to do it well.

In this sense, as this game of life progresses, we will receive more cards and many players will join the game, with such good plays that will literally teach us their "tricks" to win many "hands". However, there will also be "cheating" players who will approach with the marked cards and at our slightest carelessness they will cheat and take advantage of the goodwill of the rest of the players who are at the table.

So much so, that in each play and depending on the situation we decided the amount of bets we want to make; but, if we are ambitious, we will bet hard and risk much more; On the contrary, if we have a minimized ambition we will know how to bet to win little or enough to be good, at ease, or simply to watch how others play and then know when to bet to win the next hand to a greater degree.

Meanwhile, the other players may continue to make their big bets waiting for a run of good luck that allows them to win or resigned waiting until they get as far as possible or until they have nothing left, that even the shirt and underwear lose.

During the course of this happy game, we must always be attentive when the bell announces the imminent end of the game and it is there where we must be more careful and start paying more attention to those surprising movements of the other players who will perform to win the game. "last game" and in our case we will also be warned as much as we can to win or simply take care of not being left with nothing.

It is evident that not all players are able to ask for "winning" cards during the game, some for fear of losing, others for knowing themselves lost in advance and giving up; and although many of us do know that maybe there will never be a winner, we keep playing, even if it is to finally lose, because in the end only those who will win everything will be the "bench", and smiling in my daring sadness, I recognized that really that "Banca" is La Muerte.

In conclusion, not by pessimism I write, neither with lost faith nor hope, I just know that for more than well we will play to win, we will always lose in