I think, in my opinion, that when you really stop and think about it—well, actually, don’t stop, keep thinking, because the moment you stop thinking, who knows what could happen? A bird could fly into your window, your coffee could spill, or you might even forget what you were thinking about in the first place. But back to what I was saying—what was I saying again? Oh, right, it’s about how things are kind of, in some ways, a little bit like a giant, cosmic jigsaw puzzle that you’re pretty sure is missing a few pieces, but, like, no one tells you if those pieces are important or not. And that’s kind of the trick, isn’t it? Like, we’re all trying to put this thing together, but every time you get close to finishing, someone hands you a piece from a completely different puzzle and says, ‘Hey, try this one!’ So now, you’re holding a piece that doesn’t fit, wondering if you’ve somehow ended up in the wrong puzzle altogether.
But then, of course, you could look at it another way—maybe the missing pieces aren’t missing at all. Maybe they’re just… elsewhere, chilling out in a drawer, or living their best lives as coasters or paperweights, and the puzzle is really just a suggestion, not a rule. And that’s where it gets interesting, because if you don’t have all the pieces, maybe the puzzle was never meant to be finished. What if the point of the puzzle is not to complete it, but to enjoy the process of trying? Or maybe it’s to confuse people into thinking that they’re missing something when they’re actually perfectly fine as they are. But then again, if you never finish the puzzle, you could miss the satisfaction of saying, ‘Hey, look, I did it!’ And really, isn’t that what life is all about? The satisfaction of saying you’ve done something, even if you’re not sure what it was or why you did it in the first place?
But wait, I digress. Because if we focus too much on finishing the puzzle—or in fact, the puzzle itself—we might forget that sometimes it’s the weird, random moments that give life its true flavor, like that time you ate pizza in the dark while watching a documentary about penguins, or the time you tripped over your own feet and pretended it was a dance move. These are the moments that truly define us, not the finished puzzles, which, let’s be honest, probably just end up gathering dust on the shelf anyway. So, maybe, in my humble opinion, what I’m really trying to say is that the puzzle is overrated, and it’s the snacks, the detours, and the awkward dance moves that make it all worth it. Or maybe not.