Life to me was solving a puzzle without knowing what the picture is. Sometimes, you'll find a series of pieces that fit together and it becomes a lot easier to stop thinking you've messed up or you're going to mess up.
Other times, the piece you pick up won't fit with anything and you just try jamming it with every puzzle piece you find. But it doesn't work. You want to give up. You want give in, succumb to the pressure. You start putting away the puzzle. Taking it apart piece by piece.
Some decide to just try again, move on from their failure and try again. Others give up, they can't take it anymore and give up; they destroy their puzzle and leave it to burn till nothing is left but ashes.
Ashes that will be carried away by the wind, slowly but surely, till nothing is left. For some, the ashes disappear before the puzzle is even done burning.
If only I knew what the picture was.
