Life Puzzle

What is a “life puzzle”? How simple or complicated our lives are!

What I’d like to share is that we all have a puzzle to deal with the day we are born. It could be a simple life ahead or a very complicated one. What makes it complicated? Here is my theory: How many people you interact with in your lifetime. I say this because each person has to be dealt with in an individualized way and has at least one piece of your puzzle: They know you in their way.

This is a art mosaic of glass tiles on wood by artist “ShelaghJaneMosaics” that I found online. I picked this one because the content illustrates the idea of portions and pieces of our lives. Some of it can be very straightforward and obvious, other parts more abstract. It has elements of various emotions which could translate to life experiences such as events or human beings. “Puzzle” can also mean “confusion to be sorted out” and something like this image shows it. It even has peaceful and also hot colors reminding us of good and bad times. NOTE: I do not know the artist at all, and I am not presenting this image as a form of advertisement.

This was not something I was planning to write about. It came to mind because my own life looks simple, and it really is NOT AT ALL. I’ve had to figure it out myself: What is making my life complicated?

What is a puzzle? Essentially, it is a sum of pieces that come together to form a conclusion. A jigsaw puzzle is made of a single picture cut into unique-looking pieces.

Our own lives are a big puzzle, and it can take decades to figure out the “big picture” that is your own life. What the “complete view” of who you are in the big world we live in, the planet we are on. It can be a puzzle of big pieces like a pizza or a huge mosaic of thousands of small fragments of various sizes. How does your “life puzzle” look? What makes you, YOU?

This is a pepperoni pizza! Some people have lives this simple. Yes! Think of it as flat, round, not a lot of ingredients, no one piece is the same… some is saucy, spicy, smooth, crunchy… I found this image on the internet and it belongs to Zionsville Pizza. I never ate there, looks good though! Please send me an email if you tried it out?

If I can give advice on this, it would be to try to understand the pieces you think you know well. Those are: 1) what you need to accomplish daily, weekly, yearly, and long term, 2) who is involved that matters to you. Then you can think about how it all fits together to help you keep moving forward and 3) what pieces are missing. Thinking is good, keeping your own notes in a journal is GREAT. You do not need to be a professional writer to sort out your own thoughts about things.

I wish you well in learning your “life puzzle” and my hope you’ll work on it to help you understand yourself and the pieces that do and don’t belong to you!

I feel like an old lady writing about knowledge and wisdom for younger people. I am old enough to do this now authentically! Ha! I welcome you to read my other writings also. I hope they can help you find your own personal, inner freedoms even if you stuck at home, or in a boring job, or just in a rut.

More Balance in Life for Better Household Wealth

Sounds kinda preachy! What is cool about this is I’ve SEEN THIS WORK FOR OTHERS. I didn’t get this for myself in life, so I want to share what I learned.

A more balanced society would have MEN WORKING more often. Their place AT WORK.. harder work(labor, administration, etc in work places such as industrial, agriculture and business)… than what the WIFE (male or female) is doing to care for the home(even alternate work or support work for offices). I SOUND REALLY OLD FASHIONED… but this system works.

Then if they have a child or children, their own or adopted… they have another liability and support “under their home roof”. The WIFE..(male or female) can be close to home to watch the upbringing of the next generation.

It sounds OLD FASHIONED! I KNOW IT! But it DOES WORK.

Notice that the “life work”(the board or plank or table) isn’t too much for the two to handle themselves. Together they are not overloaded. This illustration is including GRAVITY and a “board of weight”. The way to push more weight to the other is to lift one side higher.

The problem that occurs is a pair of people who are married… male and female or other mix… is that they are NOT holding their end up. IT TAKES BOTH PEOPLE in a marriage to HOLD IT UP. If one puts too much weight on the other… it causes stress.. too much unshared stress.. and causes all kinds of breakdowns.

Criminal MEN… are ones who sit at home and sabotage their partner. THEN wonder what happened to their household wealth. It is a BIGGER PROBLEM if the stronger person in the household is NOT working hard to their potential and need. If the weaker person is “at home” and not doing as much “heavy lifting” it is understandable and still sustainable.

There is a reason I humbly suggest MEN to be in work places requiring strength and endurance, even physical size. Yes, some women fit for this too. The DNA, physical separation of MAN and WOMAN… is that MAN is known for STRENGTH and PROTECTION and WOMAN is designed for nurturing and new birth. MAN AND WOMAN can both be talented, intelligent and wealthy.. no limitations on “earthly gains”. But the human bodies by design have intended uses. It is never to say a DNA or “female association” cannot be a leader and strong… it is just typical of the humanity that the DNA MALE has a greater physical potential to survive tougher environmental and health conditions.

What this looks like.. is that a pair of people… whatever their gender associations… is to choose the tougher one for workplaces and the less tough one for softer tasks. Even if both work from home or in professional and industrial spaces. Then at all times you have a LEAD and a SUPPORT. It can actually go back and forth between the stronger and the weaker. This kind of relationship made and carried on properly should create a stronger “team” or “unit” for gaining and protecting wealth. It doesn’t matter the level of wealth.

In my childhood… I came face to face with people from other countries who did NOT understand families and family units and how they work together. They must have been escaped criminals who did not know the value of an “honest living”. Their whole focus was to steal money and assets, and traffick people in their own favor.

“Impressive.”

Can you imagine a beautiful wild horse out in the wilderness and two people watch it. One crouches low and partially hides themselves and is quiet just to witness the sight. The other pulls out a gun, shouts loudly and shoots a leg causing it to limp forever…

Two kinds of humans.

Which is natural?

One is actually human. The other a nemesis on our Earth. This is programming. You can accept it or ignore it. One kind of human wants life to live. The other wants to control, stunt, damage, ruin.

Which kind of human is “impressive”?

This is Picasso, a famous wild horse. For more information here is an article. The HOLY GRAIL of America’s wild horses.

Posting about this fine wild horse because he is well known. An example of a wild animal who lived into its prime and beyond! From what I read, even people from other countries traveled to see him in the wild.

A Brief Testimony

I’ve actually written a lot about what went on in my life in recent years. Instead of a novel, I wrote posts on Facebook and Linkedin. Some of them were heated and angry because I cannot praise evils put upon me and others. Wish I could have spoken more about the good things I was a part of, but then I’d be telling too much of my involvement with Hollywood. Can’t tell people what I contributed; may have done it through others and they are known for the things involved. I was a ghost creative, to be certain. But my human body took a pounding to participate. It was a journey that began in my childhood without a contract.

From Linkedin and Facebook today:

Testifying.
Giving testimony to my life.
What happened.
Why am I and who I am now.

I helped others use my name(s) in L.A. and elsewhere. I didn’t see another option when I was so damaged decades ago.

In the Christian religion, it looks like I carried a cross for many years, sometimes people put flowers on my head instead of thorns.

I’m supposed to be released now. No longer carrying a cross and wearing thorns. But my body is fatigued and still injured. Probably will be the rest of my life.

The Old Man and the Birds

(working title)
I’m writing this story live. If I don’t snoopers may try to sell it before I publish it. Stand by… (copied from Linkedin after I finished as is for now)

After working hard for years, an old man is retired and alone. He knows he is near his end, or he thinks so. Gives away his expensive things to friends and family and has his little money to live on and enjoy his final days in peace.

He has just enough to get by, but things are getting more expensive. He doesn’t want to burden people he cared about in life. Just wants to fade away.

After losing his small apartment home and walking out, leaving everything there he takes to the streets. He has a terminal illness and knows his life is closing down.

One day he notices the young birds visiting him. Older ones watching them and him. Laying on his cardboard he gets up and goes to a store and with his last cash buys bird seed. He sits at the park and gives and gives… it last for days and he makes lots of friends with the birds and he lives in that nice park for a while with them.

The day comes and he is out. He sits and watches some birds come to visit, give him looks, peck around and leave again. Some come and fight each other at his feet and next to him on the bench.

Sadly he gets up, and slowly walks away. Birds chase after him.. scurrying at his feet… landing on his shoulders… on his head… flying by… some talking… some yelling… he just keeps walking slowly… no where to really go. His breathing isn’t well…

…his head is getting foggy.. he is not sure if he is walking or not. He feels very tired… and slowly loses consciousness. The birds land on his body, now just fallen on the path. He hears them, it sounds like music and confusion… they peck at his hair, his face, his jacket, his shoes, and stand and fight on him. Doesn’t matter their color, or size, or origin. Just birds.

Are you a bird? Do beautiful feathers stop you from pecking at people? Are you all in gray? Do you feel, special?

Joggers… come up quick and birds fly off… some fly and fly and fly… others hop out of the way still watching and looking for bird seed, which.. some may have dropped.

What does this story mean to you? What human would you be in this story if you wrote yourself in? Are you proud of the birds? Would you want to be one?

What are the joggers thinking of as they see this dead old man on a path? Take his wallet? Chase the birds away? Run off and pretend they didn’t see him?

There are many meanings in this story. Some people feel old and out of bird seed, even not near their own natural death. They feel like they already gave up a lot already.

If the old man got up, and walked back to an expensive apartment with all kinds of marble and gold. Had he still spent “all his seeds” for “the birds”? What if he had only bought ONE BAG in life and spent it all. Are the birds still “owed”? Is he responsible if the birds called more to his neighborhood?

more later