A puzzle made up of all different shaped pieces. It seems like it will never come together. It makes no sense, but it can, and it will. Jigsaw pieces like where you grew up, and in what kind of fucked up culture. What do all these things means when you are trying to resist. I see the jigsaw puzzle in my head as everthing else sometimes clear. You have to be able to see before you start putting it together. Resistance is everywhere it always has, and always will be. I don't know what this means anymore than anyone only what it means to me. Making mistakes, feeling something. Knowing you will never see the puzzle put all together, but trying anyway, because each fucking piece really matters. Don't be afraid that your life will end. Be afraid that it will never begin. Live simply.., Love generously.., Care deeply.., Speak Kindly.....
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