What if life is a puzzle only solved in death? In death, all the pieces fall into place.
Moments condense, expand, contract, explode…we understand…and are reborn.
Reborn, we forget. Life becomes a glorious mystery again. An unsolvable puzzle.
Remember. Sometimes children do. We are programmed to forget.
What is a life with all the answers? Where is the fun in that? Puzzles are not sold whole and complete.
The journey is in the process. The joy is in the achievement.
Mistakes are not dwelled upon in puzzle constructing as they are in life.
A piece doesn’t fit. We try again.
Inspired by Finally Unchained: Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge