Theres something strange about this world we live in, constantly searching for our purpose, for a place where we belong. The pieces of ourselves we are always yearning for, our career, our life partner, a social circle, sometimes do not come as we wish they would. A puzzle is about patience, waiting to find the right pieces that fit together. It’s true, I am but a puzzle, a puzzle in which will take but a lifetime to put together. Our youth is the border which sets us up for finding essential pieces. Once weve built that border the other pieces take time to find, pieces that we may try hard to rush, but just like a puzzle, life takes time. We must find the right pieces to make ourselves whole, so yes, I have built a border and I’ve found some pieces, but I’ve only lived but a fraction if my life, I still have many pieces left to fit in my puzzle.