It boils down to one thing:
Unlike life, chess is fair.
It’s therapeutic and comforting in the sense that it’s predictable. It feels safe owing to the fact that you can actually foresee the future in it, and so long as you’ve done a good job, good results are guaranteed. Both sides have an even chance and all starting points are equal. You can learn to be on your own ground inasmuch as you’ve sacrificed time practicing it. It’s adaptable, flexible, and most importantly, brutal. The learning curve is immensely steep and it’s complexly relentless on paper forwhy if you make the smallest of mistakes that end up costing you the game, you have NO ONE but yourself to blame. That notion is tranquillizing barring the fact that it’s YOUR fault if you are a failure. What’s the most beautiful thing about it is that, in the end, it’s all trivial. It’s the minor nuances that make it special, and it’s that obsessing over the little things that don’t matter that helps you escape from the real world. You do so much for so little and so few that it’s almost poetic.
Now, unless you’re cognitively biased, you can absolutely not say the same about life. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.
Life is unpredictable, visceral, and inconclusive. There is nothing guaranteed in life. Good results not always stem from good deeds or hard work. Luck plays a massive role in your success. The majority of what’s ahead of you has already been determined. You’re free to think that you have it all under control, but in actuality, ANYTHING can and will happen at any moment. Of course, you can see the resemblance, and a lot of it is similar since it’s merely a game of choices with what you already have (i.e., just play your cards bro), but again, the contrast is that nothing is warranted in life, whereas everything you wish to achieve CAN be yielded on the board provided that you aim for it. And maybe that’s the hardest part to accept. To accept that a lot of your misfortunes were never meant to be your fault. Things just happen. Out of the blue. Blundering your queen ten moves in is your fault, sure, being born short, ugly, getting bullied and rejected for it, losing loved ones out of nowhere however, wasn’t. But you keep beating yourself for it to no end or avail. You can’t really blame it on anyone or anything, they just co-exist. The rest is up to you. The rest: not being much.
For the most part, you can deem it an autistic hobby, but since it doesn’t pay shit, there’s a reason why a lot of those who were psychotic enough to pursue it professionally all in an attempt to escape and cope were trucel-looking “losers” by society’s standards.
I’ve played a lot of videogames, and I think I can easily say that I feel the safest when I’m on this one. It feels even more safe and relaxing than Stardew Valley for example. It’s extremely calming to me. It’s not immersive, and maybe it’s just cause I really like puzzle games since it technically counts as one, but once you get into it and it starts to click, you would not find anything else like it.
Unlike life, chess is fair.
It’s therapeutic and comforting in the sense that it’s predictable. It feels safe owing to the fact that you can actually foresee the future in it, and so long as you’ve done a good job, good results are guaranteed. Both sides have an even chance and all starting points are equal. You can learn to be on your own ground inasmuch as you’ve sacrificed time practicing it. It’s adaptable, flexible, and most importantly, brutal. The learning curve is immensely steep and it’s complexly relentless on paper forwhy if you make the smallest of mistakes that end up costing you the game, you have NO ONE but yourself to blame. That notion is tranquillizing barring the fact that it’s YOUR fault if you are a failure. What’s the most beautiful thing about it is that, in the end, it’s all trivial. It’s the minor nuances that make it special, and it’s that obsessing over the little things that don’t matter that helps you escape from the real world. You do so much for so little and so few that it’s almost poetic.
Now, unless you’re cognitively biased, you can absolutely not say the same about life. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.
Life is unpredictable, visceral, and inconclusive. There is nothing guaranteed in life. Good results not always stem from good deeds or hard work. Luck plays a massive role in your success. The majority of what’s ahead of you has already been determined. You’re free to think that you have it all under control, but in actuality, ANYTHING can and will happen at any moment. Of course, you can see the resemblance, and a lot of it is similar since it’s merely a game of choices with what you already have (i.e., just play your cards bro), but again, the contrast is that nothing is warranted in life, whereas everything you wish to achieve CAN be yielded on the board provided that you aim for it. And maybe that’s the hardest part to accept. To accept that a lot of your misfortunes were never meant to be your fault. Things just happen. Out of the blue. Blundering your queen ten moves in is your fault, sure, being born short, ugly, getting bullied and rejected for it, losing loved ones out of nowhere however, wasn’t. But you keep beating yourself for it to no end or avail. You can’t really blame it on anyone or anything, they just co-exist. The rest is up to you. The rest: not being much.
For the most part, you can deem it an autistic hobby, but since it doesn’t pay shit, there’s a reason why a lot of those who were psychotic enough to pursue it professionally all in an attempt to escape and cope were trucel-looking “losers” by society’s standards.
I’ve played a lot of videogames, and I think I can easily say that I feel the safest when I’m on this one. It feels even more safe and relaxing than Stardew Valley for example. It’s extremely calming to me. It’s not immersive, and maybe it’s just cause I really like puzzle games since it technically counts as one, but once you get into it and it starts to click, you would not find anything else like it.
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its over for retardcels
