Life as a Game of Chess

You begin with your king and queen, accompany them with bishops of two dioceses, summon the knights, call the rooks on-guard.
You line up your pawns in the front row, creating an ultimate wall of defense.
Everything is still, calm, and ready... All is peace,
until someone moves to break the perfect symmetry. Then it's war time...

The game of life is fair, all begin with the same setup

The battle for the center of the board begins. Soldiers, maneuvering through no-man's land. He looks to his left, his right, but he charges straight ahead; he knows he is covered by his comrades, temporarily.

Some brave soldiers, dodging enemy lines of sight,
creeping towards enemy base, until he can advance no further.
He stops to dig his trench, set up his gun-post, await for his command.

How far you go in life, is set by how much you prepare; sometimes you travel in packs, sometimes you travel alone

All is well, all is well. The scattered pieces repositioned, concentrated in the middle. The King grew alert, burdened by the ponderous responsibility to call the moment of attack; he analyzes the map... he could do so, because he is safely ensconced behind several lines of defense...for now.

It is important to carefully think through each decision; it's also important to remain alert

That moment came, one breaks the stale-mate.
First kill on the battlefield, drew a quick enemy response.
The sacrifice of the pawn lost, became a trap set for the dark knight.
The great vision of the Queen, open a hole in enemy defense.
The rapid calls to the rook, oversees bishop and knight

As you thought you have your men covered, enemy takes one by surprise. Although you revenge the captain's death, funeral changes the whole landscape. Spots of weak appear, making soldiers fear.

One is at his most vulnerable when one feels most secure

The chase has soon began, to capture that devious bishop.
Showing no mercy, the knight sent bishop to meet God
At the eve of the battle day, those loyal and brave stay
Just as the final battle is about to begin, good King go-over his plans, while bad King could only hope for opponent's mistake. As the enemy force drew close, ending the war in moments. One notices backdoor unguard, he goes in, and forces the King.

In the most hopeless situation, there is hope. Hopeless is an illusion. Hopeless itself is an opportunity

Regardless of prior victories,
all is too late,

Check-mate.