The Chess Game

I sat down today to play a game of chess,
never fully realising the real meaning of this game.
Each piece has a reason for existance,
as does each aspect of our emotions.
The pawns are each footsoldiers of the army of pieces,
but in life these pawns are our decisions
When we make a decision, be it with sound judgement or not,
these decisions send our lives on different paths.

I begin the chess game, playing my opponent,
but also realising that in fact I am playing myself as well.
I think of each move and deduce the best possible outcome,
but the human thinking process is flawed,
for we cannot always think soundly and correctly.
Like in a chess game, a wrong move can lead to consequences.

And in life, we make decisions and learn from them,
or we don't and suffer and finally learn after more sufferage,
When we defend our King from attacks in a chess game,
we do that to survive,
to keep the chances of our side winning, alive.
When we attack with our pieces, it is to,
press an advantage and to win.

In life, it is not that easy, the polite fictions giveway,
to the sometimes callous and uncaring hand of reality.
Take each day as it comes, each decision thought-out carefully,
for it may end in amany ways.
A chess game is a miniature of life.

We can learn alot from how we play chess,
for it isn't that far removed from how we live.
So next time you play chess, think about each move,
and ask yourself this;
"Is the way I play the game, the way I live my life?"

Sometimes it takes a mere game,
to open your eyes and take stock of all that is around you.