If Your Not Busy Being Born, Your Busy Dying.
What am I doing. I sit and think and plan and plot, I try to find out what to do. I try to plan my next move. I feel like I have my life is a puzzle and on the front of the box is a picture of paradise. I spend all my time worrying and trying to figure it all out. I work so hard and try so badly to piece it together and finish it all I want to do is finish it. I cut out pieces to fit where I cant find the right one. I always think I need to be a step ahead of the life game. Like I need to have the next piece in hand before the previous one is snapped in. As far as this poor excuse fr analogy goes I think if I could buy the puzzle already assembled I would. But, Having a completed puzzle isn't fun It does not hold any value its worthless. It doesn't give you any satisfaction if you didn't piece it together yourself. There is no purpose, determination, skill, ethic or morale that is gained from owning a completed puzzle. Building the puzzle is the exciting fulfilling part. When the time comes the pieces will come to me one by one. I need not cut them out. For as hard as it is to realize while building the puzzle a mans struggle in life is the paradise he seeks and knows not that he has. Think I just got a piece.
The only thing that can be taken and not be gotten back is time.
Let Go, Let GOD.
