LIFE SOMETIMES CAN RESEMBLE A SHATTERED PUZZLE.WHERE PIECES OF YOUR SELF ARE SCATTERED ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND WHEN YOU PICK THEM UP AND RE ASSEMBLE, THE PICTURE IS NO LONGER WHAT YOU ONCE SAW.
I SOMETIMES FEEL LIKE I AM A PUZZLE AND THE PICTURE AND PIECES THAT I WAS MADE UP OF LOOKED ONE WAY BEFORE THE HORRIBLE EVENTS OF LAST YEAR HAPPENED AND ANOTHER WAY SOON AFTER. THAT YEAR AND ALL ITS CONFRONTING LESSONS CHANGED ME IN A WAY THAT WAS ONLY REALLY EVIDENT WHEN I PLACED MOST OF THE PIECES BACK TOGETHER AND SAW A VERY DIFFERENT SCENE.
YOU START WITH THE EIFEL TOWER AND WHEN MOST OF THE PIECES ARE COMING TOGETHER YOU REALIZE IT'S NOW THE LONDON BRIDGE.
BOTH STRONG, YET ENCOMPASING TWO DIFFERENT IDEALS.
ONE A SYMBOL OF STRENGTH AND BEAUTY, AND THE OTHER A STONG MEANS OF GETTING OVER AND ACROSS DEEP WATERS. WATERS THAT RUN DEEP LIKE BLOOD RUNNING IN VAIN.
A BRIDGE THAT IN TIME YOU KNOW IN YOUR HEART YOU WILL HAVE TO CROSS IN ORDER TO REACH A LAND THAT YOUR SOUL WILLS THE FLESH TO TRAVERSE.
A SORT OF COMING OF AGE FORCED UPON YOU FOR DARING TO CONTINUE WITH THE BELIEF THAT YOUR LIFE AGAINST ALL THE ODDS SHOULD END UP THE ONE THAT IS MEASURED, PREDICTABLE AND SAFE.
WE ARE DRAWN TO UNDERSTANDING THE FUTILITY OF FIGHTING LIFES REALITIES WITH WHAT WE WOULD PREFER, TEACHING US THAT AT TIMES WE APPEAR TO BE LIKE ACTORS THAT AT BEST CAN SOMETIMES GUIDE THE SCRIPT AND ULTIMATELY CHANGE OUR FATE.
SOME EXPERIENCES ARE A GIVEN, DEATH, LOSING THE ONES WE LOVE AND THE KNOWLEDGE THAT WITH EVERY PASSING BREATH WE ARE IN THE FLUX OF CHANGE AND FROM SECOND TO SECOND THE PERSON WE WERE DIES IT'S OWN DEATH AND THOUGH BACK THEN IS SOMETIMES LONGED FOR WITH NOSTALGIA, WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
(c) Robyn Whittaker 2007.
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