In chess one cannot control everything. Sometimes a game takes an unexpected turn, in which beauty begins to emerge. Both players are always instrumental in this. Vladimir Kramnik
Is there some point where you reach a stale mate with yourself? How do you decide what that point is and when you actually “give”. Have you never had a brother or friend bend you fingers back so far that you thought the fingers were going to break and give and they asked you to call “Uncle” My brother Todd used to hold me down until I called “Uncle” He drove me so hard that I wouldn’t give up until I broke. Why would you do that? Why does it have to be coming back now, why why why!!!!
One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important. Bertrand Russell
I have come to the conclusion that if I am not having a nervous breakdown I should. I am losing perspective, I can only feel the pain in my heart right now, and it’s not good. We played on Saturday and the weather was so nice that we played to a very small crowd. Managed to get Daniel up to play, but hell we could have played the phonebook for all it mattered. We are supposed to play on Friday and frankly I think I would rather die. It’s a new place for us and for once in my life I have no idea what to do. I am feeling so down, like everything I have ever done makes absolutely no sense! I know, the ravings of a lunatic. Welcome to my world, it’s your child’s room that is simply a mess. Clothes strewn all over, toys from hell to breakfast, and candy wrappers strung out all over. If I share a song with you that kind of explains how I am feeling will you share?