"Life is like a puzzle;
is a tricky puzzle, where you should be able to match each piece,
because otherwise it all wrong and you have to start over.
Life is this: a game.
And only those who know how to play and get into the game, win and get to the finish. "
I'm sitting on the floor with crossed legs, intent on finishing the puzzle of my life;
And knowing I will probably never be able to complete it all, I try. What ever I have to lose, if for no other time?
I take the puzzle and read the back of the box: three thousand pieces. ok. I can do it, I tell myself. I remove the cover, I start to shuffle the pieces. I do not know why I repeat this gesture, but it is so spontaneous. I take one at random. Ok, start here.
And perhaps our life is a bit as a gesture: it begins where we want. And from that piece, we begin to attack others, being very careful that they fit perfectly.
It took a couple of minutes. I almost did, say.
Ok, it lacks one. I look inside the box: no. It is empty. I search around. Maybe I lost it, or it lack in the box. But then I think better and I put a slap on my face. Why dont't I think of that before?
The missing piece is you.
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