Dear Diary,
I've been thinking lately of the meaning of life and all that jazz and I've come to think of it as one big puzzle. See everyone's life, or puzzle, is different and unique; specifically made for them and only they can put it all together. The end of their life comes when their puzzle is finally finished. Granted there is always the exception, for example a death of a child. One would most likely think, "How could they have finished their 'life puzzle' at such young age?". To that I would say, they haven't; that the rest of their puzzle is found in the afterlife.
Life can be a very confusing and overwhelming experience, kind of like a thousand piece puzzle. When you only look at the mound of tiny puzzle pieces and not at what they could become, it is easy to give up. But if you look closer, you can begin to single them out. First finding the corner pieces, then the edges and eventually all the rest of the pieces fall into place. Taking the puzzle piece by piece, step by step, leads you to the finish. Expecting to know how all the pieces fit together just by looking at the big pile in the beginning is silly and unrealistic. No one could finish a puzzle that way. It is something that must be broken down into separate parts, just like life. The most important thing to remember is that it is your puzzle and no one else can finish it but you.
So, even as life throws me it's curves, I'll keep in mind that the curve is just another piece to my thousand piece puzzle and that when that puzzle is finished it will be a beautiful masterpiece.
Sincerely,
Violet
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