I think the world is a puzzle.
The bigger picture remains the same but us, the little jigsaws, we move, mould and marvel at the game.
There isn’t really a pattern or key to solving it.
Perhaps, it can never be solved.
Maybe it’s a 3-D puzzle that is always moving, piece by piece, jittering as we all live our lives, one by one.
Perhaps, pieces clump together when families are made forming tessellations.
Perhaps, it never is complete, because we’ve lost our value system: people come and go and we let them, we lose contact, our priorities mutate.
Perhaps, if we gave more attention, if we tried harder, studied harder, loved harder. If we learned how to prioritise again. Creating true value. Communities, children, education and love, the most important riches of all.
Maybe then, the puzzle would be complete, even if for a minute, or if it stood as one version.
Here’s to solving a puzzle.
