Life is Like a Puzzle

A puzzle at which one is attentive to – in absence of objective being and directional control.

Pieces spawn on account of attained growth, altering presentation upon first thought.

The [imagined] linear surface crumbles from beneath, conceding to natural collapse.

Fragments soon deteriorate as others begin to emerge. Some new, some old.

For only if time allows, balance to be found amid the enriched refinement of each and every piece.

Through this we become more connected, better understood, and after all – further evolved.

Solve your puzzle.