Thursday, March 13, 2008
A puzzle you never can find the last piece for..
Life is undoubtedly a hard puzzle to crack. I'm wondering why we insist that we must be little busy bees achievin 'nought but regrets of never taking it slowly. We start out as kids wanting so much to be grown ups- we watch them, we imitate them, and we learn to be them. As we get older we start to get an inkling that maybe life is a puzzle that needs to be solved. And this in turn leads to frustration as we realize there must be a missing piece, because we still don't have any more answers to anything than we did before we started... or did we start out with them and just lose them as a result of cracking open the box of pieces called Life?