People often believe, naively, that a pawn can only become a King, trapped in the tidy mechanics of a chessboard. But the truth, the real truth, the one whispered backstage behind grand destinies is this: With the right strategy, patience and courage…a pawn can become a Queen. Yes, a Queen.
And the Queen, you see, doesn’t just move: she radiates.
The destiny of an artist, a top-level athlete, a dazzling influencer or any tightrope walker beneath the spotlight, isn’t just a matter of talent. No.
It’s alchemy: the right team, wise advice and a discreet architecture that allows a person to unfold fully.
Imagine a seed, your seed. Throw it onto pavement and it withers from boredom. Plant it in good soil, with water, sunlight, nutrients and it stretches, rises, invents itself.
But what gardeners often forget is this: To withstand the storm, a root must remain flexible. The oak that grows too stiff ends up breaking where the reed bends... and still sings.
And what about vibrations? Ah those! They’re the whispers of the world, feeding inspiration. Love, trust, recognition: the invisible sap behind every creation.
The lawyer’s role in this journey
Allow me a moment of "Bonnant style" clarity: Success without protection is a house of cards next to a fan.
In career management, a lawyer’s job is to :
Surround yourself the way one composes an orchestra: Each instrument must find its note, each silence must serve the melody.
Because a brilliant talent poorly surrounded is like a Stradivarius left on a radiator, it cracks.
But a talent well advised? Becomes, almost effortlessly, the Queen who commands the board.
“ You know, people often ask me: Master, can you manage my career ?
And I say: Yes… just not yours.
So they ask: But why not mine?
And I reply: Because your career… is yours to live. Mine is to protect it.
It’s like an umbrella: I can lend it to you, I can even show you how to open it… but you’re the one walking underneath.
And between us, i’d much rather you had a sturdy umbrella, than have you call me on a stormy night and say:
- Master, I’m soaking wet…
- And I say… I’m so sorry.” Adrian Vangheli-Stavila