Checkmate.

That's it.
It's done.
You know you're done.

The player has made it's move and you didn't manage to foresee it. You've fallen into it's strategy. You've been read and now it's over. Do you feel that heavy load? It's the weight of your passive nature.
You got many chances, form the beginning of this match, to sort it out, to make it work on your favour; still every single decision and action that you've taken, has led you to this inevitable moment.
It's too late to mend it up and it's too late to surrender. Maybe you were waiting for the right opening to come, for that predicted move to be done... but they never arrived... actually, you never made them happen.

Your King has to go down and with it, all your expectations, all your ideas, all your dreams and your ego. Your strategy was wrongly executed or mistakenly picked. But that doesn't matter anymore, nothing you did or you didn't matter anymore. The game is over and just waits for you to succumb into your defeat.
Who is to blame? No one, but yourself. The game is fair, you knew how to play it, you decided to play it and you were owner of all the movements performed by you into it. You got scared probably? Maybe you gave something for granted? Or simply you didn't see that strike that now puts you in the hanging rope without any chance to escape?

Your Queen is still there in the board, how stupid you were to let her watch, how your imaginary kingdom was wiped away in just one move? Still, you think it was just one move that sealed your destiny. NO! Don't try to fool yourself! It was an orchestrated and perfectly executed succession for movements you weren't able to decipher, and that's why this game is not your game anymore.
The match has already written on it, someone's other name.
You won't go that way again... you won't repeat the same mistakes... you might still lose many other matches, but not for the same sake.
Let it go... drop your king... go home... and think about it.

That's it.
It's gone.
Farewell you.


Checkmate.