Life is a giant jigsaw puzzle and each day we are given a fresh piece of the mystery.
These individual pieces come in oddly shapes and they often do not seem to fit in with one another. As a result, we feel disheartened and unsure of our place in the bigger picture of things. To our delight sometimes, we would discover that several of the tiles interlock snugly together to reveal a glimpse of the whole. And in those moments, we think to ourselves that we have it all figured out.
As our collection grows, we come into focus what our life is turning out to be. We do not always like what we see and feel uncertain of the right action to take. We long for a life of order and meaning, but life seems to flow on, not caring for our deeply entrenched desires.
The previous collectors of the puzzle explain to us that the secret to the game is to carry on living each day fully and treasure every piece in the same manner; for our life is only complete when we have assembled all the pieces.
What do you think of this approach?