The Puzzle of Life

Our lives are like crossword puzzles. Similar, and yet no two are alike. The beginning needs time, a few steps forward until, you fall into your first folly, tracing your steps backwards to the starting point again. Start again? I think not, written with ink, the past, the present, the future, are linked, and cannot be undone. Like the fusias we planted too early this year. Exposed to frost, the choice we made was flawed, and quickly came undone, despite some days in the sun. And yet we still are holding hope. Holding hope? Yes it does support our steps through the crossword puzzled maze of choices we make. But hope is fragile and depends on the elusive winds that blow through our lives. The loss of hope is gradual, but certain. The puzzle of life always wins in the end.