Life is puzzling.........

Ya know, when you think about it, life is kinda likea jigsaw puzzle...

Birth... first outta the wrapper - everyone dotes... All eyes are centered upon it.. and all take a hand in creating the final product...

Growing up - the pieces are large - fairly easy - built for success... It's a simple chore - as your attention span won't work on anything more difficult.

The uncompleted puzzle of life is fairly complicated... Oh there are those gimme, mundane tasks - the portion of the puzzle where maybe there's a windmill, the moon, or a lighthouse - or something fairly easy to put two and two together...

Then there's the confusion to it... All the colors run together... No matter how you twist and turn - nothing seems to fit... you feel like you will never find your way out of it... You reach dispair, your mind wonders and you avoid the task at hand to find something easier in life to do so you don't drive youself nuts by labeling yourself a failure.

Temporary absence. GD it, where'd it (that piece) go? Hands and knees. The remote. The car keys. Pictures from Christmas. That beautiful email you wrote, didn't send and now can't find.

Numbers/greed. We all want "bigger/better". Looky what I've got... Looky what I've done... My puzzle has way more pieces than your crappy puzzle and cost ten times as much 'cause I can afford it. The bling puzzle.

Confidence/lack thereof. The 500 piece puzzle. Easily accomplished - and done time and time again - yet there's refusal to challenge further. Many are happy living life out in 500 pieces.

Adventure. Some will attempt the 2,000 piece puzzle laughing heartily along the way - for if there's failure - hey, they've dipped where many refused to dip.

Conflict - when you have the wrong piece partially laid into another piece - and now it's stuck - won't come out... you try like hell to come out if it unscathed - usually easier said than done.

Sex... you've reached an area that's almost complete - and the final piece goes in so easily, so perfectly, it appeases you...

Time management... this is when you sit down, you enjoy the hell outta working on the puzzle, then the "have to's" come into play - and it's forever and a day until you realize "you know, I like doing that so - but I never stop and take the time any more - life's so GD hustle bustle - and where does it get me."

Ethinicity/racism. Who are we fooling? Yes, those of us here simply hate racism, prejudice - but in a way it's like trying to make two puzzles into one.... Can exsist side by side - but there's always "a difference" no matter how badly the pieces want congruency.... in spite of efforts from both sides.

Aging... bent, frayed, discolored pieces, or, neglected puzzle boxes put away - some to ne'er be opened again...

Death... Missing pieces to the puzzle... You've put it together time and again, but it's simply not the same, nor will ever be - without the missing pieces...

Burial/Cremation/Tombstones/Shrines. Shellacking - something official to remember, yet with finality. An eerie feel, as it's hard to comprehend the hours we spent together, the laughs, the fun, the angst. No way this place resembles what we had, but it's fitting we have a place for you. You've served us well. Thanks - and we enjoyed you. You will be missed - but never forgotten.

Have fun. Add some good old fashion fun between the "have to's". Do crap that was fun yesterday and see if it's as rewarding today. Venture out - try something different, harder, completely "un-you-like". Remember, time passes. Just because ya ain't maybe what ya once was - doesn't mean ya can't have fun - rip - play, even if the edges are a little bent, frayed. Get as much good shit in before the shellacking. Piece out, Victurd.