Okay this is part of my Uchicago essays, any critique is welcome :D
Little pigs, french hens, a family of bears. Blind mice, musketeers, the Fates. Parts of an atom, laws of thought, a guideline for composition. Omne trium perfectum? Create your own group of threes, and describe why and how they fit together. - Inspired by Zilin Cui, an incoming student in the Class of 2018
My own omne trium perfectum would consist of Chess, Piano and an Anime. So lets start with chess, as my mind dwells in murky waters of thought.
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Here's the full one. Which i would say is still uncomplete. But well ,thats the very reason i am here , i guess :D. Looking for critics and advices
In face of board bedeckered in white and black, a dimension of 64 squares, my blood pumps the vessels that run through my head; as one cannot thee mate the other without check. I sweat! There is no luck here, nor a cruel fate (that awaits you); it's a place where even the blessings of a god can't save you from your end. I fell in love with it, from a look of it my thousandth time, a glorious army of white, on other the baneful one of black. I march my army through the chess board, my foe capitulates. I rejoice my game with a delight. After the game we scrutinize, every move, every check, every push, and every idea that could've been realized in course of the game, as my adversary try's to find an acute continuation of the game. I laugh, we laugh, enjoy the game.
Another game of black and white, but this time of keys! Vibrating to make the sounds of the keys reach an apogee, as one try's to replicate the music written on notes, dowsed in sweats of a day's long past composer and written somewhere in the dusty rooms of a hut. Performers then play, they play like it's their final showing, they play like it's the day before an end of the world. And as you feel the music, you feel that person's effort, you heed to the each and every note that he plays with a passion, he's not a copycat he's a musician, and as known of musician they never bound themselves to something without an imperative need. If only I were to say of what I had learned out of my journey into the world of music, thus I shall say that it is freedom.
Anime? Not only again, I hope it's not in black and white you might say. It's not, rest assured. If only anything it's vivid, it's sentimental as music, and cold as the logic of chess. But combined all the elements mentioned above, it's a passion? I would not say. It's another one of the worlds that I visit, when things don't go right. I go left, I come here. A world of ideals and principals, but not those of Don Quixote, a world full of fiction and mystery, intricate webs from which you build the strings to compose a theory of yours, but even so the authors manages to surprise you in the end. He tells his own tale, of warriors lived in the long past or our time in which we are so reluctant to give up on every second obstacle we meet, in cases even of the coming futures building guess's too late!
This is my trio, this is my tale. All three have in them the colors of dark and grey. For all has its own good sides and bad, I believe that it's only a person's perception, is what limits him from all the wonders that encompass us. And live our life's to its greatest extend.
