Monopoly Is Life

I loved playing monopoly with my kids. I was a pretty good father, but not when I played monopoly. I was brutally competitive. In fact, I needed to win so badly I tricked my kids when we played. I convinced them not to buy Boardwalk and the higher end properties when they landed on them because they were too expensive. You stoop pretty low to feel proud about beating a seven-year-old by cheating.

But then I realized something. After the game is over, all the properties, the hotels, the houses, the pieces and all your “accomplishments” all go back in the box. You don’t take any of it with you. All you have left is how you played the game, the memories, and the impact you had on the people you played with.

Monopoly is life.