They say life is a puzzle set, but I fucking suck at puzzles. I can’t put a puzzle box together for the life of me. I don’t have the patience. Maybe that’s the problem. I should have more patience.

I’ve tried so hard to make some puzzle pieces fit in where they don’t belong, and I’ve become ignorant to the fact that some puzzle pieces have fit. If it seems to easy, it almost doesn’t make sense to try it in my head.

Now, that doesn’t make sense, does it? Who knows how long I’ve been playing this game because lets be fair, the game doesn’t start from day one in this world. You don’t realize you’re in this game until you’re older. I don’t know why I call it a game, but it starts to feel like it now and then. How could it not?

In a game, you win, and you lose. Sometimes you make decisions that feel like a win, but in the long term, you lose. That goes the other way around too, sometimes you lose in the beginning, but you see the win after some time (maybe adjustment?).

My mind works at 1000 thoughts a minute, and I don’t think I’ve realized that the issue with this, which is that I don’t spend a fair amount of time to listen to one thought for more than five minutes. Before I’m done thinking of one idea, I am already on the 899th.

I’ve always said that life needs to slow down for me at some point, but I’m the one who needs to figure this shit out. Slow the fuck down.