Life contains many mysteries.
Who am I?
Why am I here?
What’s my task?
Why am I afraid of … ? (fill in the gap yourself)
Why can’t I… ?
And so on.
Some answers may be hidden in our very first years of life.
For example, I start to realize, that some relatives, who died when I was still very young, have affected me much more then I’ve understood before.
When I was small, puzzle was en easy thing. Dad made sure that no pieces were missing, and of course the motif of the puzzle was printed on the box.
In the puzzle of life, several pieces are missing, and you’ve got several variants of some other pieces. And not all of the snap easily onto each other.
Suddenly, as I’m going on with my life, I find a piece. If I’m lucky, it will fit with the pieces I’ve got since before.
But I still can’t see the full picture. I wonder if I finally will see the big picture through by finishing (most of) my puzzle, or it will simply come to me in a dream or a revelation?