There is something to be said for a desk job that allows you plenty of time for your thoroughly unchallenged brain to think of clever ways to talk about mundane and otherwise uninteresting aspects of life. Now that I'm out of the desk job and into a "run-around constantly job" I live in constant fear of becoming boring. Does this mean that I'm saying a desk worker is likely to be more interesting than a busy body? Little things seem to matter more and take bigger chunks of your brain power as you address 20 insignificant-yet-incredibly-significant tasks at once.
I suppose instead of spending time creating puzzles at a desk, I've transitioned into a life which my world has become an enormous puzzle. Every interaction is a piece and many pieces are only shades darker or lighter than the pieces around them.
Lines pale and disappear between success and failure, right and wrong, and decisions in one direction or another don't last more than a blink of an eye. For every success there is potential for a greater success. For every 20 right things you do, there is 1 wrong thing that nullifies all credit gained from the 20 right things.
But things work out one way or another...in fact, there is no one vision of the puzzle. It's being drawn as its being put together. The end is no where in sight until it's actually in sight.
Today may be darker or lighter, but the work on the puzzle today creates the signposts and starting lines for tomorrow's labor.
