The following day, I delved into SWOT Analysis, a concept from my father's business. I contemplated its application to my own life.
I detailed my strengths—drawing and math—acknowledging my shortcomings, particularly in managing household tasks. My comfort lay in my adeptness with the English language, while threats loomed in the judgments of others.
"Son, what's occupying your thoughts?" My father's unexpected inquiry startled me.
"I'm conducting a self-analysis, using the SWOT method."
"That's a powerful tool. I used it extensively when I started my own business," he shared.
"I've realized it's applicable to life in general."
Seeking a path forward, some cousins suggested the gym, thinking physical strength might bolster my confidence. Others recommended mastering basic skills like taekwondo. Instead, I found refuge in chess, a game of strategy and intellect.
Through chess, I found a sanctuary. It wasn't just a game; it was a world where my mind roamed freely, where moves were strategic and decisions shaped outcomes.
With each game, I discovered the art of patience and planning. Every move held significance, just like the intricate words that once fascinated me.
My mornings began with the chessboard laid out, inviting me to explore new strategies.
As I immersed myself deeper into the game, its essence seeped into my life. The resilience I displayed on the board reflected in my daily struggles.
People's words, once like arrows piercing my confidence, began losing their sharpness. Nick's taunts, though persistent, failed to shake my newfound resilience.
The school announced a chess tournament—a platform to exhibit my growing expertise. The prospect of competing against seasoned players ignited a mix of nervousness and excitement within me. It was an opportunity to prove that strength didn't always reside in physical prowess.
The day of the tournament arrived.
Rows of chessboards lined the hall, and players, each with their own strategy, eyed their opponents with intensity.
As the games commenced, I faced opponents, each presenting unique challenges. Moves were calculated, strategies shifted, and minds clashed.
Round after round, I navigated through the tournament, each victory adding to my confidence. The whispers of doubt that once echoed loudly in my mind were replaced by a growing sense of self-assurance.
Finally, I reached the pinnacle—a face-off against the reigning champion, known for his cunning moves and decisive strategies.
The game unfolded like a symphony—a harmony of precision and foresight. With each move, the tension grew palpable. Spectators watched in awe as two minds engaged in a battle of wits.
In a defining moment, a move unfolded—a sequence that promised victory. I hesitated briefly, contemplating the repercussions. With a deep breath, I made the move, a move that altered the course of the game.
Checkmate.
A resounding cheer erupted, not just for the victory in the tournament but for the triumph over personal obstacles. In that moment, I realized that strength wasn't solely physical; it lay within resilience, strategy, and an unyielding spirit.
As I stood victorious, I understood that life was a game, much like chess. Each move had consequences, but with determination and resilience, one could navigate even the most challenging board.
THE SECOND MATCH...
The classroom buzzed with anticipation as the spelling competition commenced. Lawrenz, renowned for his dedication to spelling, faced his long-time rival, Nick.
Nick smirked, "You really think you can beat me, Lawrenz?"
Lawrenz, confident yet humble, replied, "I might not excel overall, but spelling is my forte."
The teacher announced, "Let's start with 'exacerbate.'"
Lawrenz spelled it effortlessly, "E-X-A-C-E-R-B-A-T-E."
Nick rolled his eyes. "That's just a warm-up. Try 'onomatopoeia.'"
Lawrenz smiled, embracing the challenge. "O-N-O-M-A-T-O-P-O-E-I-A."
Nick's expression soured. "Fine, try 'sesquipedalian.'"
Lawrenz paused, gathering his thoughts. "S-E-S-Q-U-I-P-E-D-A-L-I-A-N."
The room fell silent, tension thick. Nick, stunned by Lawrenz's flawless spelling, struggled to mask his surprise.
"You got lucky," Nick muttered, trying to save face.
Lawrenz grinned. "Maybe, but spelling's more than luck. It's dedication and practice."
The teacher smiled, impressed by Lawrenz's mastery. "Well done, Lawrenz! You've shown exceptional skill."
As Lawrenz walked away, Nick's disbelief lingered. He realized that perhaps Lawrenz's expertise wasn't just luck—it was a testament to determination and passion.
END OF FLASHBACK...
Chess, King must be protected.
TIMER ENDS SOUND...
As there is no winner in chess, we chose to make it a draw. Dawn Scarlet is my favorite opponent, but she's too clever and deceiving at the same time. She's from the other school, so once a year, we meet at the museum. Yes, museums, because we both appreciate art. It's where we discovered our shared love for chess.
While I was on my way, I rode my bike. In Rizal Park, I rarely roam with my bodyguards, or should I say my elder cousins, who are protective yet caring.
"Lawrenz, be careful!" my elder cousin, Johnny, warned me.
"Sure, I won't do that," I joked.
I pedaled around the circular path, enjoying the ride on a pedicab, a vehicle where two people can sit comfortably. They insisted on getting us a tour guide, but my cousins reassured them that they already knew the park well.
In the tranquil surroundings of the park, amidst the greenery and gentle breeze, a sense of peace enveloped me. It was a brief respite from the competitive world of spelling and chess battles.
As I leisurely circled the park, my thoughts wandered to Dawn Scarlet and our annual chess matches. Each encounter was an intellectual dance, a captivating duel of wits that left me both challenged and invigorated.
Despite our rivalry, there was an unspoken mutual respect between us. Dawn Scarlet's strategic moves often left me in awe, prompting me to refine my own tactics.
My bike ride continued, offering a momentary escape from the pressures of competitions and the protective watch of my cousins. The simple joy of cycling through the park brought a sense of calm amidst the bustling city.
As I pedaled through Rizal Park, a familiar figure emerged from the distance. Her presence always added a certain allure to the serene surroundings. Dawn Scarlet, with her flowing auburn hair and piercing hazel eyes, exuded an air of quiet confidence. Her chess pieces adorned her pendant, a testament to her passion for the game.
Dressed in a simple yet elegant attire, Dawn Scarlet carried herself with grace. Her strategic prowess on the chessboard was mirrored in her composed demeanor.
I greeted her with a smile as our paths crossed. "Dawn Scarlet, a pleasant surprise as always."
"Lawrenz Tybalt, likewise," she replied, a subtle twinkle in her eyes. "How has the chess world been treating you?"
"Competitive as ever, but nothing I can't handle," I chuckled.
We engaged in a brief exchange of pleasantries before our conversation naturally gravitated toward our shared interest in chess. Dawn Scarlet's analytical mind fascinated me; every move she made reflected calculated precision.
"I've been practicing a new opening," she mentioned, a hint of challenge in her voice.
"I'd love to see it in action," I replied, eager for the intellectual stimulation our matches always brought.
We found a shaded spot under a sprawling tree, set up the chessboard, and commenced our game. As the pieces moved across the board, the atmosphere brimmed with anticipation and strategy.
Dawn Scarlet's moves were as unpredictable as they were strategic. Her dedication to the game shone through each calculated placement of her pieces.
On the other hand, I focused on adapting my tactics, mirroring her thoughtful approach. The game unfolded like a captivating narrative, each move a chapter in our ongoing chess saga.
Our match reached a crescendo, a pivotal moment where strategy met opportunity. Dawn Scarlet contemplated her move, her eyes fixed on the board with unwavering focus.
As she made her move, I assessed the options before executing my response. The tension mounted as the chessboard became a battlefield of intellect.
Our eyes met briefly, acknowledging the intensity of the moment. The game continued, each move bringing us closer to a conclusion.
The sun began its descent, casting an amber hue over the park. Our match reached a decisive point where victory or stalemate hung in the balance.