A few weeks ago I solicited advice for putting together this puzzle. It was a gift from my fella who thought I would like the artwork that includes two adorable penguins. I like penguins and it really is up my alley so he gets bonus points for knowing me so well.

Unfortunately, this is a much harder puzzle than I’m used to with pieces of irregular shapes and sizes and a dark sky that’s nearly impossible to decode. It took a while but I finally made peace with the fact I am never going to finish that dark sky. 

And that’s ok.

I thoroughly enjoyed completing the lower half and seeing these adorable creatures take shape. That’s the part that means the most to me. Still, it  took a while to stop feeling like a failure and to admit that not finishing the rest isn’t really a big deal. 

And honestly, if I had continued trying to distinguish between the 41 shades of dark blue that make up the indistinguishable texture of this sky, I might have actually lost my mind. 

This seems like a good parable for the small problems of life. 

How many times have you faced a situation where you’ve had to surrender? Where you’ve taken care of the important stuff but can’t quite figure out the rest? What does it matter if you can’t do the part that is inconsequential when you’ve figured out the parts that really matter?

One important part of humanity is accepting that you don’t have all the answers. It’s understanding that there are things we cannot possibly comprehend or know. We can shuffle around the pieces all we like and try to distinguish between the undistinguishable all we want. That doesn’t mean it will make a difference. 

Sometimes it will just make us crazy.