Yet another sunny day, we’re having quite a streak, there are even large brown patches in the grass from lack of rain. Maybe later in the week, we’ll see.
I want to start off today thanking “someone” for buying a whole week’s worth of coffee! So kind and generous.
“Someone” was very mysterious about their identity, but I believe I cracked the case, so to that someone, I think you are the best and all the other things I would like to say would probably tip the anonymous hand so I’ll leave it at that. But thank you so much.
Now Wednesday.
I enjoy doing cryptograms, which are letter substitution cypher puzzles. A phrase or a saying or a quote, at first all you is a paragraph of nonsense, a jumble of letters that feel, well, indecipherable.
And it can stay that way for a while. But slowly, slowly you find a crack you can pry apart, and then that leads to words you can see from what’s there and then, eventually, all is revealed.
The thing is, so much of life is just like that.
With life, though, you don’t always get that first crack. With life, sometimes, there’s no way to narrow down which letter is which, no hints from what’s been revealed.
With life, there are no answers in the back.
Not that I go to the answers, though with the most recent cryptogram, I admit I was tempted. It took forever for me to find the tiniest shaft of light to open the puzzle up.
And maybe the point is we never know when that shaft of light is going to appear. Truth be told, sometimes it just doesn’t.
Not so much with puzzles, but with life. Puzzles are designed to be solved.
Not so much with life.
How do we crack the life ciphers which will not be cracked? I really don’t have the answers for that, what with me being a mere puzzle doer and not a puzzle planner, if cosmic puzzle planners indeed do exist.
It would be so nice if life came with an answer key.
The one thing we know for sure is it doesn’t.
The best any of us, and I mean all of us, including you sitting there reading this expecting more from yourself, is calculate our risks. The best any of us, all of us, can do is at the very least try the things we want to try and not worry about whether the puzzle will come together in the end.
Maybe we’ve invented a new language, who’s to say, and maybe whatever we’re left with makes sense somewhere in the universe.
Because I guess really, in life, when you get down to it, we’re not actually seeking out answers or solutions. We’re seeking out…
More life.
And with that, I wish you a wonderful Wednesday.
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