Thought of the wonderful days in the past where we'd use to get together, to talk, everything under the sun; break the rules, live our carefree lives. Thought of how "first times" came about. Your first smile, your first step, your first 'A', your first friend. What follows?

First move.
Our lives are like chessboards, don't you agree?



A king, centerpiece of the game.
A queen, 9 points.
A castle, 5 points.
A bishop, 3 point.
A knight, 3 points.
A pawn, 1 point.
And of these, which, are we?

In a game of chess, in a scale, of 1 to 10, pawns, are only worth 1. It's arguable, that they are of least value. Easily sacrificed, easily taken by any other piece, often the weakest piece. But unlike any other piece, the pawn, with its unimpressive stature, its dull outlook, it has, the potential, to become any other piece on the board, king excluded. 6 squares, all that it takes, to cross to board, to fulfill it's role. And what happens at the 8th row of the chess board? The pawn, the lowest ranked piece of the chessboard becomes the most powerful piece on the chessboard. At that moment, the pawn can be traded, to any other piece that had been captured by the other side. And yet, the pawn, like any other piece does, has the unspoken power, that is to checkmate the king, to define victory.

And of these, which, are we?
Do we start off big, or small and humble, like the pawn? Progress, by leaps and bounds, or a small step at a time? And filled in us, do we not, have potential, everyone of us, to succeed? Progress, at times, it might be sluggish, it might be slow. But do we, move on, a step at a time, or be consumed by the the oncoming tide, and give out, be relegated from this chessboard we call life? Everyone, everyone in fact, starts off small. Insignificant beings. We slowly get to know more people, climb life ladders, and slowly, we change, from diminutive figures, to ones of stature, power. The journey's long, but we'll get there, we'll get there.

And of these, which, do we aim to be?
On the chessboard, a pawn is a pawn. It has no control of its existence. But, as rational individuals, we can think and make decisions for ourselves. We might look of ourselves as pawns. We can choose to advance, we can choose to be taken by the troubles we face. We can choose to be successful. We can choose to fail. We might only move one square at a time. But we are in control of our journey. And we'll keep that in mind.

And until we reach our final destinations, row #8 of the chessboard, we'll not stop, we'll never give up. (: