How do we win the  “game of life”?

Is it by dying with the most toys?  If we can’t take it with us, why waste time in frantic acquisition?

Is it by serving some deity who, usually described as omnipotent, is therefore not in need of our service or anything else we might offer?  Why bother?

Is life a sort of school?  If so, why must we attend?  Who’s teaching what?  Do we “win” by graduating?  Then what?

Is the game of life unwinnable because life is no game, but merely a meaningless succession of sunrises and sunsets in which we find ourselves trapped, with no idea how we got here, how we are to use our time, or what will become of us when our days end?

Does it sometimes seem that nothing in life makes any sense, and that we’re all doing something ultimately purposeless, like playing chess with the kings removed from the board?

We all like to feel that we’re “in control” of life and that we’re “getting somewhere”, but is that ever true?

If the answer to that question is “no”, then what?  Do we relax and enjoy life, or do we freak out and redouble our efforts to assert control and to “get somewhere”?

What do you think?