For some reason, I found this week’s prompt a bit challenging. I was really “in my head” on this one. So it may/may not make sense. Ah well, there is always next week!
Finish the story begins with: “They say that life is a game of chess…”
Well that explains everything. No wonder my life is such a mess. I don’t know how to play the game.
It’s a thinking man’s game filled with complicated moves. 64 squares. 16 pieces, eight black and eight white. Every piece moves differently in a weird yet strategically coordinated dance. Until finally, the king is attacked and captured, signaling total dominance and control.
Maybe I would get ahead if I lived my life this way. Finding ways to wrestle control from others. Pitting myself against imagined enemies in a contest of power. Planning maneuvers that astound my opponent and move me steps closer to victory.
Victory. Whatever that is.
But if I am the only one left standing, where is the victory in that? What is left to control?
Sounds like a very lonely game. No wonder I’ve never learned to play.