The Dilemma before Dawn

Awoken by a strange phone call in the middle of the night, our bleary eyed, slightly inebriated protagonist lounged in front of the television, allowing the idiocracy of the world he lives in to muddle his mind. As the last battalion of his sanity charged  towards their most certain death, he came to grips with a reality that was  hidden in the dark recesses of his mind. In this game of chess called life, he was both a player and a piece.  And though the oracle of fate is every mans vane, in his case it was love. He was a pawn with those he loved, to be moved as pleased, for he never imposed on their will, misguided by principles of honor, freedom and trust. But with those outside that circle, he played the game. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. But with each win and defeat, he only grew stronger, more resilient, more determined. And this is wherein the dilemma lies. The crux of this story, lies entangled in the collision of these two worlds. One the pawn. One the player. One the pawn. One the player.

As dawn broke, our deluded protagonist, closed his eyes with a comforting thought, "It takes more courage to be a pawn than a player. In the game of pawns, we lose the ones we love. In the game of players, we only lose to win again some day. Be a pawn, and be loved forever. Be the player, and live forever. The player finds strength in the pawn, and the pawn the player" 

As the insanity ebbed out of his tired frame, the pawn and the player both found their peace.