As we live it the pieces kind of fall into place as they are given to us…and maybe some of them don’t seem to quite fit but we cram them in place anyway…. but at the end we either create a clear picture of what our life was all about…. or a cobbled up and distorted one with too many pieces that really didn’t fit and just messed up the entire image.
At the present I am seeing these life puzzle pieces we are being given, and all I can think is W…T….F ?