the extended chess metaphor
I misjudged some things. A pawn with torn loyalties has been identified as white, not black as I originally assumed. But this pawn is no longer a pawn and has not been for most likely as long as or longer than myself. She is my ally, my partner in crime, the other white knight, who upon promotion immediately began to understand how to utilize the powers of her new role. It has taken me longer. I spent much time standing stupidly, ignorant of my new abilities, incapable of putting them to use. But now I think I see.
And another white pawn has found her place among the pieces. What she is I cannot yet tell, but she arrived at the edge not long after myself. Promotion abounds, though not as any of these pawns had anticipated.
You learn not to anticipate though. Life is better lived moment to moment. Spontaneity rocks.
And another white pawn has found her place among the pieces. What she is I cannot yet tell, but she arrived at the edge not long after myself. Promotion abounds, though not as any of these pawns had anticipated.
You learn not to anticipate though. Life is better lived moment to moment. Spontaneity rocks.