Puzzling

If only the complexities of life could be as easily solved as the Rubik's Cube.

So you take a side, you  sort it out and hope your decisions don't affect others in a negative way.

Order and values are seemingly in place,  the greens, reds and yellows in alignment, the neatly tied bow an illusion of the chaos simmering in the soft white underbelly of the blues and oranges.

Life is a game, like the Rubik's Cube, so you play it to win, shifting and turning the pieces with precision, determination, angst and bewilderment.

And when your head hits the pillow each night, you carefully calculate how to find the elusive alignment and enlightenment that creates a parallel plane.

Comments

[Scott]

That’s a solid observation, Dan. My last conscious thoughts at night are usually directed toward the solving of some puzzle in my life. There’s never any lack of puzzles to solve!

[Dan]

We should all be Sherlock Holmes.

[KevinD]

I think you're simplifying things too much. But that's OK. Alignment is nearly impossible, no matter what you're trying to achieve.

[Cyn]

I like it a lot. It's poetic and rings true.