I've made countless metaphors for life, or at least my humble experience of it over the years, but one of the ones that fits how I feel lately is a giant jigsaw puzzle.When wholly disassembled with the thousands of pieces all strewn about, it can appear quite hopeless. How can the puzzle be completed before the proverbial "game is up"? The task seems impossible.
Well, I guess the puzzle isn't meant to be finished. It will always be a work in progress. But just like any jigsaw puzzle, as time goes by and more and more pieces find their correct place, it becomes slowly, yet steadily, more easy to find a home for the remaining pieces.
Life is like that. With experience comes patience, wisdom and knowledge and with those skills it becomes less difficult when dealing with stress, obstacles, or the unexpected. And when pieces start to fall into place in the later stages, the image they are composing becomes more identifiable.
Now whether the image the puzzle ultimately reveals to us is one we look upon with delight or disgust, well, that's another issue altogether, isn't it?