the __earthinc

It seems that this website has, day by day become more like a quasi-personal-diary to me although I try everyday to deny that.

Being hapless is one of those feelings that I hate. It is the feeling that you know what is going to happen but you can’t do anything about it. Nevertheless, you still try to make it better but all tries are useless.

I hate that feeling, especially when it involves losing.

Imagine in a chess game, one is the white’s Machiavelli, building up structure in the middle of the chess board early in the game and in one’s mind, thinking of launching a dangerous attack against Evil across the board. He is so confident. He sees his loyal pawns conquered the mid-board without much hassle but at the same time, he sees Evil does some slow but confusing stunt. Nevertheless, Evil’s slow maneuver won’t be able to cope to my rush – he says that to himself. He is certain of his strategy and launches his attack only to see that the Evil has anticipated his every move. He looked hopelessly straight into the eyes of Evil. It has read his mind, he doesn’t know how but he insists that Evil has read his mind.

A few moves later, the mid-game is in the hand of Evil and worse, he is under heavy siege. Seeing the advances made, the only possible answer to this particular game is anything but winning for him. Still, Evil has everything in its hand to force his lose.
Evil, perceiving Good diminishing chance to check his king, launches attacks confidently. Confident aren’t you says him. Confidence has obscured Evil’s eyes. He looks from Evil’s face to the chessboard, smiling.