In the beginning there is a clear path, a clear purpose. We originally intend to follow our gut and our intuition, never compromising the standards or morals which makes us uniquely us. We ride like knights fearlessly into the fullest expression of our destiny.
Each of our lives is a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. Each Puzzle piece has its place and must be arranged perfectly in order to culminate. When we trip and fall, we are forced to look up, gasping for a breath of air only to find ourselves in a desolate prairie spinning aimlessly. No roads, no landmarks, no guiding signs to your destiny, just you and the mismatched puzzle pieces of your life. You wake up from your dream of passion and purpose and find that unfortunately your pieces got mixed up with everyone else’s pieces. Some pieces got dropped, you forgot what happened to others but you still have a couple of those original pieces which fit together so perfectly you maintain hope that there is something worth working towards, something out there in the distance is right, a glimmer of hope that you still have a chance. We know there are certain pieces which we need to survive, we pick them from our surroundings and jam them into place. A mismatched puzzle piece can be squeezed into another, the angles don’t perfectly align and as a building block it is impossible to construct on. But for now it fulfills its role, you got it in. A temporary solution. A band aid. When you realize you have fallen off your path and that your puzzle just is jammed, forced and hodgepodged together it looks terrible, but it feels worse. It is all wrong. You know this because you are stuck. The stars stopped aligning long ago. You have the pieces but they are not your pieces. There are certain things you need in life, you have them, in theory, but they are not uniquely yours, they don’t belong to your puzzle. Getting by, going through the motions, but always wondering… WHY? Jam squeeze, push, prod, cut, snip nope they still don’t fit, and we force on because we need these elements in our puzzle of life, in our puzzle of progress. Your puzzle is a mess, it has not come together to look like anything worthwhile. You might rationalize it by saying it’s a Picasso, but get real, it is not. FUCK. Now what?
Strip off the miss matched pieces. The pieces that don’t fit won’t get you anywhere. Throw them out, undress to your core, to those first few pieces that are uniquely you and start building again.