As a writer who believes games can be quiet acts of healing, I’ve come to see that losing isn’t failure—it’s feeling. Last night, I watched someone spin the wheel 37 times without a win. No jackpot. No celebration. Just silence and breath. And yet, something shifted in that stillness. This is not about winning money—it’s about honoring the courage it takes to keep going when no one’s watching. Welcome to the real game: being human.