In those first moments of waking up, when the mind is still half dreaming, I find myself thinking about positions, variations, and unfinished attacks. Sometimes I genuinely want to go back to sleep just to continue the move I was calculating… or finally deliver checkmate.
It is strange، perhaps chess is not addictive because of winning, but because every position feels unfinished as if the mind refuses to let go until it finds the perfect move.
In those first moments of waking up, when the mind is still half dreaming, I find myself thinking about positions, variations, and unfinished attacks. Sometimes I genuinely want to go back to sleep just to continue the move I was calculating… or finally deliver checkmate.
It is strange، perhaps chess is not addictive because of winning, but because every position feels unfinished as if the mind refuses to let go until it finds the perfect move.