I played two games of chess with my computer last week and I actually won one game, surprisingly enough. It was my pawns that gave me the advantage, and it got me thinking about life and how it can surprise you at times. Pawns have the lowest value compared to the other chess pieces, and it was somehow fitting that it was the pawns that helped me win. I couldn’t help but find some symbolism in this little achievement. The pawns can advance only one square at a time and they can be used to capture your opponent’s pieces on the diagonal. If you are so lucky as to have your pawns reach the farthest rank of the board, they can be exchanged for your captured pieces. So a pawn can become your queen that was captured, and so on. Slow and steady wins the race, at least sometimes.
I used to play chess with my father a lot when I was a teenager. I think it was he who taught me the game. It must be said that he was not a good loser. But that didn’t stop us from playing chess together. I learned so much from chess, and my rediscovery of how interesting the game really is made me think about why I like it. It is very cool to be able to ‘see’ ahead in terms of planning your moves. There is a cold hard logic involved that I like. And that has absolute relevance to life too. It is essential to be able to see the repercussions of a decision one makes, or to evaluate several options and to wander down the mental roads that each option could lead to. There is certainty and lack of certainty contained within each option, and that is the feeling I feel when I play chess. You can plan your moves and anticipate how your opponent may move, but you may overlook something and your opponent may surprise you. Thus the excitement and the anxiety of the game—it feels like high stakes are involved—even if you are a lowly amateur to the game.
There are so many plays for power and control around me these days, especially at work. The words of a former colleague ring in my ears at times—'your work environment is mostly characterized by ruthless power struggles'. Naïve as I am, I don’t think I ever really totally internalized this fact. Or perhaps I thought I was outside the realm of power so that it would never affect me. Little me—who would have thought I would be a threat to anyone? But apparently I am, just because I have opinions and because I open my mouth and state them. You shouldn’t do that these days—you should keep your mouth shut and your head down and do as you’re told.
The word ‘checkmate’ has been popping into my head here and there the past few weeks. Not surprising perhaps, because during the past two weeks I have been witness to some of the most ruthless power struggles in my work life thus far and for some reason that has triggered the chess symbolism. Because some of those power struggles involve me indirectly (roundabout efforts to keep me from gaining any power whatsoever), I feel like a pawn that keeps advancing slowly, one step at a time. Most of the time the pawns get pushed out of the way, but every now and then one of them can make it possible for the other pieces to corner the king. Checkmate. It’s about seeing the moves your opponents may make and acting accordingly. I realize that I have been pushed out of the way for a while now. I haven’t understood the game until now. I’m keeping my cool and planning my moves, one step at a time, and who knows how it will turn out.
