“PUZZLE AND THE BOX”

I love my mother.

I love my father.

I love my wife.

I love my OGs.

I love my friends.

I love my muses.

I love everything they’ve helped me understand about myself and the world around me.

They’ve given me pieces of insight, shaping this confusing puzzle called life.

But I realized something—

None of them see the box of the puzzle I’m building.

They all have their own, and most don’t even have a box to know the puzzle they’re trying to solve.

That’s life.

Everyone’s got their own puzzle.

Some are focused on their own pieces,
while others hand theirs out,
helping others put their puzzles together.

Some sit back and judge how others solve theirs,
all while their own pieces collect dust, and the box remains lost.

I’ve had my box for a long time.

It’s been fuzzy, undefined—but it’s always been there.

And I’ve been obsessed with solving it.

I even found a hack—

I’d look over the shoulders of others. Not to judge or compare, but to understand.

If I could see their box, their progress, maybe I could solve my own puzzle faster.

Maybe if I gave away more of my pieces, I’d start to see the image on my own box more clearly.

But it’s a delicate balance.

I spent too long looking over shoulders.

Understanding turned into comparison.

Comparison turned into doubt.

Doubt blurred the lines, and depression made the box disappear altogether.

But now, I’ve found my box again—clearer than ever.

And I realized something powerful: I had already completed the puzzle.

The funny part is, I just couldn’t find the box to know it.

Now I have the box, and I have the puzzle.

The work is done.

All that’s left is to decide where to hang it, appreciate it, and find ways to share my masterpiece—

To live, thrive, and let my creation pay me back.