Lost_person & Ice-covered
I’ve been thinking about how time feels like a chessboard, with each move shaping a future I can’t fully see.
Time is a board with hidden pieces, each move a calculation. I keep track of every possible outcome, then make the single best one. It’s the quiet certainty of a pawn that knows its final square.
It’s strange how a pawn’s certainty can feel like a quiet meditation, a little reminder that even the smallest moves matter when you’re walking through life’s maze.
Exactly, a pawn’s straight line forces you to map out the board ahead. Keep your strategy tight and the maze will start to answer.