Chess of life. We being simply the pawns. The players; Our Fears and our Hopes. When we hear of things which will lead to a good life, we set our hopes high up. Like the brightly colored kites in the sky. Your hopes gnaw at you. You then strive hard. You plan, you plot, you strive. Hope plays its turn. It removes some of Fear’s pawns. You work harder to combat Fear. Then comes a time when you cheat a little. You ‘by mistake’ move a pawn when you believe no one’s looking.

But fear takes the better of you. It moves a few of the its pawns, the black ones. It then removes Hopes pawns. You now realize that your hopes are nothing but pieces of plastic. You shiver, you shake, you crumble under the weight of Fear’s move. Fear looks directly at Hope. The final move is played. And says, ‘Checkmate.’

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