Sometimes you just don’t understand why certain things happen the way they happen. It’s like the universe is conspiring against you. Your every move is being marked by someone up there. It’s like you’re a pawn, and the One in the heaven’s above is playing a game of chess.
He’ll move you around. Sometimes 2 blocks, at times one. Take you back to where you started from. Take you way ahead of where you would want to be. And then you’d have to smile and say, “Thank you God, for our daily bread!”
But given a second thought, just a thought. (After all, the poor little pawn eventually has to play according to the master plan) But given a thought, what if the pawn could talk back. Maybe give a little tip, a little POA of his own? Every single time, the One picks up the pawn to play a move, the pawn is looking up to the almighty, eyes brimming with hope, a head bursting with ideas of his own, and then the One places the little pawn right where he wants it or the Pawn doesn't want to be. Right in the line of fire.
And then the evil laughter. The mutterings of an evil plan under construction, plotting and scheming. And the Pawn, smiles and says, 'C'est la vie!'
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