The symmetry of my life so far has been quite unbalanced and filled with oddities. I would love to have a perfect symmetry to abide in, but the probability of that happening are slim to none. Considering the act of assembling the symmetry of our lives, we need to know that shapes, lines, and colors do not define who we are. Coincidentally, this is still reality despite the analogy. Nonetheless, symmetry is a necessity... without it we are nothing. Without symmetry our earth does not exist. I propose a theory on life and have translated it into more of a generalization. Life's games are meant to be played. Some games can be won, some are meant to be more difficult or even impossible. When life throws you lemons, you need to find out how to keep them from hitting you in the face first of all. Second, you need to figure out what you will do with them once you find a way to keep them from killing you all together. Symmetry: if your square looks like a triangle, then you failed.