… Essay on life as a chess game
I have never been able to be anchored in everyday life. There are too few circles of people who are discussing more interesting things, such as art, culture, literature, and more circles of people who discuss and comment on politics even if they are not good at it.
What does politics mean? Politics = Power = Money = Interest.
What we all are interested in money, perhaps the most interesting segment of the metaphorical circle called Politics.
But acquiring them is done through work, with a lot of sweat to ensure our existence and hard daily living.
What is most tragic, however, is that we are considered, simple people, yes, true, but with a lot of good sense and having a soul, we deeply think, produce and realize interesting ideas, we create discussions, great things to do we enjoy ourselves and our fellows.
But the most important quality we have with politics and politicians is that we do not manipulate while we are being manipulated.
The other elements, politics, power and interests, and even their propaganda policies, are not interesting to many, not even to me, but on the contrary even if, to say we understand them very well, we are scarred by them.
And then one can ask the natural question and why not pertinent … “Why should I be anchored in everyday reality?”
Difficult to explain, but even harder to accept, and maybe others, but I do not want to panic because panic as a state, is actually a primitive emotion, so I always invite all opinions and opponents with powerful minds.
So, my life taught me to become passionate in thought, in the memory of some or the others.
However, some policies should consider them, even manipulation policies. Chess has game started, white moves … so En garde…
The past few days, Mona, my beloved little rabbit, a pure soul like a lily, imperial lily, but who loved me unconditionally, had a little health problem that I, perhaps from too much zeal I wanted I do not really suffer too much. I regret that I have to use the past time, but you will see why.
She looked at me with some shining eyes, of which I understood her suffering. So I went to a veterinarian to consult. She gave me a treatment that had to be applied to relieve her suffering.
Anyway, she was quite stressed, but in the end I had to go two days to get rid of the problems that Mona had.
I guarantee you that if she could have spoken to me, she would have told me, and I would have known in the meantime that it hurt her, but only with her look she was saying was all.
I was four days without, no results, with all the drugs given. I went to another veterinarian to consult her again and get another authorized opinion, and I will go again. But although I warned her from the very beginning, to have a delicate behavior towards her, she did not take into account, Mona was even worse, and when she left, she just died.
Can you imagine how much suffering has passed? I raised her for over 8 years, with very much attention and love. Why did I have to take the incompetence of some veterinarians who, although paying for a lot of money, killed my beloved pet. It’s true I would have paid for it anyway, only to know Mona well and happy.
Is not that into politics, of some who want to get rich quickly without doing anything? All politics is that too. And then what else do I think?
I said from the beginning that Mona must be treated as a little princess, which allows me to quote Pericle: “We love the beautiful but very humble …!” Which obviously the veterinarian did not do, anyway, I am very sad and upset at the same time.
Maybe I should not have told this sad story, which marked me very deeply and led me quickly towards the negative pole, even though I would have wanted to think positively, my hope in this case being a real disaster.
To be avenged, is it? I also thought about this, but do you think I could solve something? Mona cannot bring herself back to life anyway, even if she wants it, and revenge would be much better than ashes. But I try to be strong and look in the future, the void in my soul may be filled in one way or another by someone else or not, not Mona being replaced (with even a bunny) just to make me so I pass more easily over this unfortunate stage of life, but honestly to be fantasy is the one that creates my problem.
One thing is well known, from where she is from heaven, Mona will watch me and she will save me as he did five years ago with love and bestowal.
Do not have the impression that I’m a fool or being crazy, I’m in need of psychological counseling, but I certainly know I’m a person who attracts and can generate negative effects. That, I I know from birth.
It is very difficult for me to defer to this idiotic state, although I try permanently, sometimes laugh about what happens to me, sometimes avoid the conflicts that I am generating as much as possible.
But how long before?
Life is like a chessboard, every piece moved, must be well thought out and analyzed so as not to fall into the opponent’s trap, sometimes depending very much on the frivolous state called luck, not for the old Chinese saying it is good to rely on the mistakes of the opponent.
The right ones, personally, I have drawn my luck with my hand, a state I have called a chance.
You see there are a lot of reasons that make me as I am, let’s say the original, I do not want to kid somebody, or be influenced by something, but do exactly as I think it would be better.
But I do not always get out of my own way, but I’m still trying, maybe once I’m out of my passion this might well change my poor course of life.
Move the final … chess and mat …