A Puzzling Post (663 hits)
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Submitted by Meat <meat.at.kitty-hawk.navy.mil> (View user info) at 2003-11-09 10:36:33 EST
If there was one analogy I could make about life, I suppose I would compare it to a jigsaw puzzle with many individual pieces, pieces that were declared a long time ago to be together in a certain order. Since the puzzle of life is no game or hobby, assembling the pieces in an order not defined as proper could result in extreme consequences. Sure, the puzzle would still be completed but the trouble it takes to get through your "puzzle" would be greater than if you would have just done what you were told from the start.
Depending on the person the pieces of the puzzle in both shape and amount will vary. A person born wealthy who goes to Harvard, becomes a doctor and gives birth to offspring who grows up to do the same would have less pieces; i.e. an easier puzzle than a person who is born from a crack addict, who becomes a drug addict themselves to have their offspring (given to them through rape) left in a dumpster because there is no where to go or nothing to turn to.
Who the hell is handing out these puzzles? What are they thinking?
Who is deciding what is the best way to assemble these puzzles? Are they absolutely sure they are giving the right instructions? Why aren't they paying attention to their puzzles?
[Why am I blaming everything outside of me for my problems?]
A lifetime seems (to me) like nothing but the assembly of this great puzzle. Piece after piece, many of them always placed down in the wrong order which results in problem after problem. We end up getting our pieces mixed up with other people's puzzles which results in confusion and frustration. It's like the puzzle was designed with the intention of making sure you have a rough, confusing, time completing it. I fail to mention the good things about the puzzle, the pieces which make you feel as if this whole task is worth it all.
"I like to complain much more than I like to appreciate. It could be said that I appreciate my pain and suffering for me to complain about it constantly."
Time passes and all of the pieces have come together. There seems to be some time of joker who runs around breaking peoples puzzles apart, you could call it murder, accidents, or whatever else happens spontaneously. Once the pieces have been fully united and you stand back and look at your work you can now....
Die.
You and your puzzle, forever gone as soon as you've finished what you've been working on so hard for so long. And no one even cares. They are constructing their own puzzles, and although they may cry, although they may love, although they may remember, they will only remember the picture you've pieced together.
All the little things in every little piece that were going on while you were building your puzzle are gone, gone as if sense itself has gone insane. Gone as if your existence were some kind of cosmic joke. Your pain and suffering, your joy and happiness, your confusion, anger, and excitement; all but a game or a hobby that you should have enjoyed doing but know that it is all said and done you are nothing.
And still we build these puzzles, never ceasing, never tiring. Some quit their puzzles when they can't take it anymore and are weak. Everyone at one time or another puts a piece in the wrong order to be knocked down and pulled back up again. You are told to keep going.
How can they give you the puzzle, tell you how to assemble the pieces, and act confused when you complain? I don't know why I even care half the time really.
Have you ever eaten those "extreme" corn nuts before? You would know if you read Maddox, "Corn Gone Wrong!!" Hi-Ya bitchslap and all that shit. Well the original flavors sucks but the ranch is excellent. It's amazing what a little flavor can do sometimes... really!
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Submitted by bort_clifone (user info) at 2003-11-15 22:22:31 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by Velouria (user info) at 2003-11-10 09:36:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
They are constructing their own puzzles, and although they may cry, although they may love, although they may remember, they will only remember the picture you've pieced together.
So true. The sentence struck me somehow.
PS...Corn nuts suck. Even the ranch.
Submitted by antluvdog (user info) at 2003-11-09 20:28:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome post.
Just remember - regardless of all the chaos the puzzle causes, the puzzle itself is always perfect. The one who finds peace in the world is the one that can see the perfection.
Submitted by sublime (user info) at 2003-11-09 16:20:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by bob (user info) at 2003-11-09 15:12:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
To alcohol! The cause of -- and solution to -- all of life's problems!
-- Homer Simpson
Homer vs. the Eighteenth Amendment
Submitted by EvilZurr (user info) at 2003-11-09 13:39:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
when are you back in the states maester?
Submitted by catscradle (user info) at 2003-11-09 12:49:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I like it.
Submitted by Tom (user info) at 2003-11-09 12:35:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was very good, meat.
Very good meat. Mmmm, meat loaf. I'm hungry.
-Tom