I’ve loved chess for as long as I can remember.
I’m not a grandmaster, and I don’t play tournaments every weekend. I simply enjoy the game. Whenever life gets busy, I find myself coming back to the chessboard. It slows me down and reminds me to think.
Over the years, I’ve realised that many of the lessons I’ve learned from chess have quietly shaped the way I live.
The biggest one is this: you can’t control everything.
You can study openings, have a plan, and feel confident about your position. Then your opponent makes a move you never expected. Suddenly, you have to adapt.
Life has been like that for me.
When I moved to Australia as a teenager, I didn’t know where life would take me. I certainly didn’t imagine I’d become a speech pathologist, start my own business, write a book, teach yoga or begin acting in my later years.
None of those things were part of some master plan. They were simply the next move.
One thing chess has also taught me is not to rush.
When I play too quickly, I usually regret it. The moves that look exciting at first often turn out to be the wrong ones. The same has happened in life. Some of my best decisions came after taking time to reflect instead of reacting.
I’ve also learned that losing isn’t something to fear.
I’ve lost plenty of games. Sometimes I knew exactly where I went wrong. Other times I didn’t see my mistake until much later. Instead of getting frustrated, I’ve started asking myself, “What can this game teach me?”
I’ve tried to carry that mindset into everyday life. Not every audition has gone my way. Not every business decision has been perfect. Some ideas have worked beautifully, while others haven’t. Looking back, I’ve probably learned more from the disappointments than the successes.
Another thing I love about chess is that every piece matters.
Most people notice the queen because she’s the strongest piece. But I’ve won games because of a single pawn that quietly made its way across the board. That reminds me not to underestimate the small things.
For instance: reading a few pages each day, practicing yoga even when I don’t feel like it or calling a friend.
Those small habits rarely feel significant in the moment, but over time they change who we become.
Perhaps my favourite lesson is that the game isn’t over until it’s over.
I’ve seen players come back from positions that looked impossible. As long as they kept thinking, there was always another move to make.
I think that’s a comforting thought.
No matter where we are in life, we always have a next move. We can’t change the moves we’ve already made, but we can choose the next one.
Maybe that’s why I keep coming back to chess. It reminds me to slow down, stay curious, accept mistakes, and trust that one thoughtful move is often enough.
Life doesn’t require a perfect strategy. It simply asks us to keep playing.
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Has chess or another hobby taught you something unexpected about life?
Until next time,
Binh
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