Pieces of the Puzzle

I have never been that great at puzzles. Maybe it's just lack of practice, or impatience, or that there seem to be better things to do with my free time. It's really the intricate puzzles that get me, ya know the one's with 3, 000 pieces? But more and more I think maybe I should pick up the art of puzzling. If I did, would I achieve a sense of accomplishment or a feeling of success because I was able to piece together something that I could never see as a whole?

I got to thinking about puzzles after I told a girlfriend how, " I keep getting pieces of the puzzle but I never get the whole thing. " I often say things of this nature, without really thinking about what I am truly saying. There's the ambiguous and symbolic profundity, which sounds good but doesn't really make any sense. I should know better than to make such comments without knowing there meaning. (I can't help it, I studied the Greeks and all those French Transcendentalists. But what did they know anyway they were too busy drinking copious amounts of red wine and absinthe to get the answers. That shit fucks you up man!)

So, what's the "whole thing" anyway. Is life one big puzzle like everyone says? Are our lives but a mire puzzle, where you have 3, 000 pieces which your supposed to assemble into a whole? Wait, who puts it together? Me, you, or both of us? Are we given all the pieces? If I actually did have the pieces would I even bother to take the time to sit down and put it together? Then, would I be able to put it together or instead get raging mad and throw it back in the box? How am I supposed to determine which piece goes where, or if I even have the right pieces? What kind of puzzle am I creating anyway? Divine Oracle, can you give me these answers? Could you at least tell me how many pieces I will be working with? Or let me look at the cover of the box? What am I putting together here?

Oh right. My life. Um well, then this is going to be one funny ass looking puzzle. I better get to work. Shit!