Everything is falling apart and yet falling into place at the same time. How does that work? Like puzzle pieces scrambling to find their place, I find myself scrambling to secure pieces of my life. It's not quite as easy as it sounds. When the box says "For All Ages" they probably weren't kidding. It may take an entire lifetime to complete the puzzle, and yet, I don't think you're ever really satisfied with the result. Because when the puzzle is complete, then what else is there to do? You become bored again because deep inside you find joy in agonizing over certain things that are incomplete and still fresh for the picking. So then what's the point? To be busy...forever. I think that's the point. That's life. That's living.
Does a cell ever suddenly decide to stop all metabolic processes and cease all activity. Of course not. It strives to keep surviving the only way it knows how. It throughly studies its DNA database. It transcribes and translates its RNA components. It builds through its proteomic evolutionary ancestry to adapt to its environment. And when some bacterial pathogen or virus dare interrupt the normal construct of its life, it rebels and seeks help. "Help me!" it cries. "Save me from being unproductive....from being malproductive...from being someone I do not wish to be. Save me from a fate worse than death. Save me from infection. Save me from a life not worth living."
So I'm still falling apart and falling together trying to make the pieces stick together. But that's ok. I can't simply stop what I am doing or become distracted by transposons and foreign puzzle pieces trying to make their way into my DNA. No way. I won't have it. I have to finish this puzzle and move on to the next one!
Alas, I am infected with laziness, demotivation, and fatigue right now, however. So I cry out, "Help me!"
Hopefully a T-helper cell rather than a cytotoxic T-cell will come to my aide...
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