Thursday, Apr. 25, 2002 @ 9:04 am
I've always hated jigsaw puzzles. I've never had the patience and I simply don't understand why anyone would want to waste their time doing one. But I think life is like a giant jigsaw puzzle, that would explain why I get so frustrated at it sometimes. When you first open the box and see the million pieces shoved in their haphazardly you can't help but be overwhelmed. You know that the overall finished project will be fine but it's going to take a lot of time and patience to get the end result. You can't skip any steps or you'll mess up the whole thing and you can't rush it either. I think we are given a few pieces at a time and they don't seem like they'll ever fit together but eventually you're able to link a couple up and start to see a clearer part of the picture until all the pieces have found their spots and you have made a masterpiece out of a bunch of tiny pieces.
I really wish sometimes I knew what the end result would be to my puzzle life but I try to tell myself that it isn't as much fun if you cheat. It's kind of like peeking at your Christmas presents before the actual day. It completly ruins it. But I have pieces that have linked together. Like Logan, Erin's son. He linked together the lives of me, Jess and Erin. You can't deny that he was a miracle. At the time when Erin found out she was pregnant at age 17 it didn't seem like a miracle it seemed like a mistake. But it has completly made her grow up and change her life. His presense in Jessica's life made her get better (she had some major problems with eating disorders and depression) so she could help Erin out with him. And his presence in my life reassured my faith and without him I'd never have been Erin's friend. Everything really does work out in the end.
I taste like Peanut Butter. I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You? |
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