As I have been telling people recently, I know less and less about chess with every game I play. I'm leaning, but with the leaning comes the realization that I really and truly know very little about the game.
Chess grows on you. I've been away from the chess board for a couple of months at a time from time to time, but then I always end up back, playing happily game after game, with no end in sight. The funny thing is, when I come back, I find out that I've leaned more about the game in my absence. Perhaps it's a state of mind. Not only does it require training, but also the correct mindset. A mindset that we really know nothing about the game.
Is it because of my still developing brain that I tent to do better with time rather than training? Or is it all in my subconscious. Does chess really have that grand hold on me all the time, even when I don't realize it? Am I dreaming about it at night? Does my subconscious dwell on it in the back of my mind for something to do to pass the time of day?
Whatever the reason, I find that I continue to deepen my understanding of chess with time, not training and practice. But still, with all that deepening of understanding, I realize that we truly know very little about the game. It's an unreachable art-form. All we can do is simply gaze from afar, and attempt to grow closer. But me, all I have to do is sit back and watch.
Maybe It's time for me to go on vacation again!