Jigsaw puzzles are like life. Easy, hard, impossible; joyful, sorrowful, tragic. We deal with most of what comes our way, but sometimes we give up, which can be the best choice presented to us.
I’ve given up on a puzzle. The friend who lent it to me called it ‘The Red’ and claimed it needed to be done. Well, not by me. I’m not a random person and this puzzle was way too random for my temperament and personality. Hit or miss, but mainly miss. A piece a day would take me 1000 days.
In it’s place I have started a Tibetan Buddhist Mandela puzzle, given to me by another friend. “I’d be interested in what you think of this one.” Um, what was she thinking? The puzzle is hard, but not impossible, a meditation, a journey into the soul. I won’t give up on this one.
I’ve given up on a puzzle. The friend who lent it to me called it ‘The Red’ and claimed it needed to be done. Well, not by me. I’m not a random person and this puzzle was way too random for my temperament and personality. Hit or miss, but mainly miss. A piece a day would take me 1000 days.
In it’s place I have started a Tibetan Buddhist Mandela puzzle, given to me by another friend. “I’d be interested in what you think of this one.” Um, what was she thinking? The puzzle is hard, but not impossible, a meditation, a journey into the soul. I won’t give up on this one.