Ping Pong and the meaning of life

My sister is very good at Ping Pong.  My skills come and go.  Sometimes I'm good and sometimes I've very average.  When I was a teenager, ping pong was the game to play at a certain camp that I used to go to, held up on a local mountain.  Ego's were damaged, romances blossomed, anger management issues surfaced, all over a humble game of hitting a little plastic ball back and forth across a wee net.  I don't get the opportunity to play very much anymore (sadly) but this game has been on my mind a lot of late.

I really do think that if we can master in our lives some of the very simple principles of Ping Pong, then we may well be quite successful in life.  Ping Pong? Yup, hitting a little ball back and forth.  I reckon that alot of life is about back and forthness.  Particularly relationships.  You say hello, I say hello.  You laugh, I laugh.  I hang the washing out, you bring it in.  Oh, I don't mean in a tit for tat, everything has to be even kind of way, rather the gentle rhythms of back and forthness.  There is a sense of belonging in back and forthness.   When I have a need, you will respond.  When you have a need, I will respond.  Home comforts are often about back and forthness.  You boil the kettle, I'll cut the cake.  We fit. I know what you'll do and you know what I'll do.

Are there moments in your day when you just need to hit that little ball back over the net and keep the game going?