Leo looked at his cold stone fortress and then at the vibrant, laughing "kingdom" his grandfather had built. He realized that while he was so worried about being "beaten" or "hit" in a fight, he had forgotten to actually enjoy the company of the person across the table.
His grandfather just smiled and moved a small wooden pawn. "In this game, Leo, the winner isn't the one who takes the most territory. The winner is the one who keeps the peace the longest."
By the end of the hour, Leo had a fortress, but he was sitting all alone in the corner of the board. His grandfather had built a beautiful park where all the other pieces—the commoners, the travelers, even the dragons—were gathered for a feast. zapraszam_na_rzadowy_nie_bedziecie_mnie_bili_na...
"I won," Leo insisted, though his voice wavered. "I have the government seat. Nobody touched me."
Leo lived in a world where everything was a competition. At school, he had to have the fastest pencil; at home, he had to have the biggest slice of pie. He spent so much time defending his "territory" that his favorite catchphrase became, Leo looked at his cold stone fortress and
Leo scoffed. He spent thirty minutes building a "government" of pieces, barricading himself behind a wall of knights, shouting, (Welcome to the government seat!) as if inviting a challenge he knew he could win. He was so busy protecting his "seat" and making sure nobody could "hit" his position that he didn't notice his grandfather was simply placing colorful garden tiles on the other side of the board.
"You did," his grandfather agreed softly. "You built a wall so high that no one could get in to play with you. You kept your seat, but you lost the game." "In this game, Leo, the winner isn't the
Leo slowly reached out and knocked down one of his own walls. "Okay," he whispered. "Maybe the government seat is a bit lonely today. Can my knights come to the feast?"