📘 Blog Post 28 — “The Board Is Quiet Now” ♟️💭
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📘 Blog Post — “The Board Is Quiet Now” ♟️💭
✒️ by The Prime Son of Chaos
There was Chaos Samuel first — raw energy pretending to behave like a person.
Writing like punctuation was optional and sleep was a rumour.
Every post looked powered by caffeine, Wi-Fi, and unnecessary confidence. ⚡💀
Then came The Prime Son of Chaos.
Same mind, less noise.
Still unserious, but smoother — chaos learning a little discipline. 🌌🔥
And then everything started to quiet down.
Not empty.
Just intentional.
Chess had something to do with it.
♟️ About the Chess Arc
Before anyone imagines a spiritual awakening — relax.
All I did was pick up a chessboard, had a cold Fanta, and let lo-fi pretend it was boosting my IQ. 🎧😭
At first, I was terrible.
Then slightly less terrible.
Now? Not “good,” but definitely not average. 😌♟️
Chess slows you down.
Makes you breathe.
Shows you silence isn’t weakness — just focus with decent manners.
You start noticing how everything connects:
every risk, every hesitation, every blunder you swear you’ll never repeat… until you do.
💭 The Chaos-to-Chess Scale
Pawn of Potential — fast, loud, wrong, but learning. 💀
Knight of Confusion — unpredictable brilliance meets disaster. ⚔️
Bishop of Balance — sees the board, forgets the plan. 🧘♂️
Rook of Restraint — patient, observant, slightly smug. 😌
Grandmaster of Quiet — barely moves, but every move matters. 🌙
Sovereign of Mind — above the board entirely, five moves ahead in silence. 🕯️♟️
I’m aiming for that Sovereign of Mind stage.
It’s not pride — it’s direction.
A point where thinking stops sprinting and starts calculating.
✒️ Now for the Reveal
With this shift, I am taking a new nickname —
a name for this quieter, sharper, more intentional version of myself.
The Silent Sovereign.
Not a ruler. Not a monarch.
Just a calm fanta lover.
A sovereign of thought.
Less noise, more precision.
Like chaos whispering instead of shouting. 🕯️
♟️ Why That Name?
Before anyone twists it — I’m not claiming royalty.
The name came directly from chess.
From slowing down.
From choosing moves deliberately.
From thinking cleaner, quieter, and with actual patience.
This isn’t ego — it’s rhythm.
Life as a long match where every move is intentional, even the bad ones.
Everything I’ve written — every post, every random idea — came from older versions of me.
Now the writing comes from clarity.
From stillness.
From precision.
🩶 Final Reflection — From The Silent Sovereign
Posting constantly?
That era is gone.
Even spending 30 minutes or an hour writing feels like wasted XP now. 💀
If I share anything, it’ll be through Chaos Announcements — short notes, no sagas.
There’s also Chaos Reflection, a quieter space for quick entries, timestamps, stray thoughts.
Not a diary.
Not a performance.
A time capsule.
That section will sit under a new name —
the version of me planning things now: blueprints, systems, quiet construction beneath the noise. 🏗️
Maybe I’ll add saved videos or fragments — nothing deep —
just markers until I turn twenty. ⏳
After that comes the Blogallery —
private, sealed, mine alone.
It will only open when I turn 20.
Not before.
Not earlier.
At precisely 20 years of age.
Not for anyone else… Just me.
Until then, Chaos Reflection is the archive.
Read it… or don’t. ♟️
✒️ Closing Note
Bai Ning Bing once said:
“Throughout the years, thanks for the excitement you have brought to my life.” 🌙
It fits too well.
Directed at myself —
afterall, i was my own reader, my own chaos, my own entertainment.
Well… something like that.
It just made the void less boring. 😭
Every good thing ends. 🕯️
Now comes the life that gets lived, not written.
If someone later on wanders into my Labyrinth of Chaos, congratulations —
you got a quiet walk through older versions of my mind. 🌌💭
It’s not like anyone’s reading this anyway. 😭
I’ve got about a year left before everything shifts.
The real projects begin at 20.
Time is not being friendly. 🕰️
If that sounds confusing — the older posts explain it.
As for uni matters, i will figure it out. 😭
But from my prior coding learning experience… yeah, it’s not looking good brev. 💀
After all, I’m practically 19 now — still figuring it out, still fumbling, still moving.
How will it be? Who knows.
I guess only time will tell. 🕰️💭
So that’s where I’m at.
Discarding noise.
Moving slower.
Thinking clearer.
Playing life like a long game of chess I occasionally blunder in.
Back to the name, the name isn’t ego — it’s a checkpoint.
Every version of me built the next.
Now it’s less chaos, more focus — still chaotic, still learning, still writing.
I did say I’d keep posting until 20… well, I will.
Through Chaos Announcements or through a filtered out section seperating curiosity from intent.
As for the usual blogs of me rambling or dropping random fragments — yeah, I’m done.
Farewell. 🕯️♟️
✒️ — The Silent Sovereign
🩶 Writing mid-match. 🌍 Quietly calculating. ♟️ Still human. 💭
