Life plays chess.
every move demands a sacrifice.
To win, I must lose something,
Risk what i have
For the future i cannot see.
I play knowing
i may lose
but
i play to prove...
one day,
none of this may matter
still,
i make my move.
( as we are living without knowing still moving )
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Author:
Shah (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Chess is a game close to life in many ways and you have depicted one very well. Nicely written
Thank you soren… I’m still trying to write like you 🫶🏻
You are most welcome my friend you are very kind but you don't need to write like yourself it is just as good as anyone else. Write from your heart and it is as good as it gets.
It is the game of chess that enjoys inventing lives for its pieces...
Indeed
There's a lot of truth in this write. Well written 👏
- Syd
Thank you syd 🫶🏻
ive never really played chess but i do can say that for each decision we make by ourselves there is a price ,whether its loss of a loved one,hatred from whom we wanted support ,loneliness or betrayal
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