There are seven pragmatic definitions of life that would definitely get you thinking. But the most incisive of them all however, is the thought that life is a game -a game in which the first move is not always the best move. The first definition of life........Life is a script, a script that we have the privileged liberty of deciding the characters we want to play. The beginning. ”We were doing okay, dad. You shouldn't have done that because I loved her, she was my everything, why did you take her away from me?” A lady spoke to her father as she threw a flower vase crashing to the floor, she looks up at her father with tear-filled eyes. ”I had nothing to do with this, but you're still weak and probably confused, we'll talk when you're better.” He said and turns to leave. ”I'm going to take away the only thing that matters to you, the only thing you love too.” she said and runs out the window, to the old man's shock. ”Sooyeon!" He calls out her name as her body falls to the depths below. ~~~~~ ”How is she?” The old man asked, it was a long journey to hell for him watching his daughter fell from a high window, it was a miracle that she survived the fall. ”She's getting better, I suppose she will wake up in three to four days, since the surgery went well.” the doctor explained with a smile, hoping to get the chairman's favor. ”Are you sure she'll be okay?” ”Yes, chairman that I'm positive.” ”Then don't let her wake up.” ”W-what?" ”Don't let her wake up, I suggest a barbiturate-induced coma, keep her asleep until I die.” the chairman said as a matter of fact. ”But sir, that is.....” "Sooyeon hates me now” he cuts him off, ”she thought I was the reason for Irene's death and she would take revenge on me the only way she knew how, she won't stop trying to kill herself, that is until I'm dead, and besides I only have a few months left, so let her sleep peacefully till I'm no more here.” He said his final decision and as the chairman and owner of that same hospital; his words were respected. She was laid now in a state-of-the-art hospital room, hooked up to a myriad of health monitors. She appears to be at ease, but her raging subconscious says other wise. The nightmare of the night she lost her lover, is still haunting her, even in her comatose state, everything's still vivid like it's happening right then, their romantic drive that lead to loosing the only person she loves. "One must wake up to escape a bad dream,” she narrates in her head, the sight of her severely injured beau, still haunting her