When I was little, my mom gave me a rooster puzzle. All the pieces were square, and they were all the same size. It was the only toy I got, and I'd sit for hours, blindfolded, putting the pieces together. When I got older, I could feel the worn down edges and the shape of the piece, but when I looked through the blindfold... the I could make out the image of the rooster.
But you know what was funny, Warren-san? There was always a piece missing... No matter how many times I put it together, one was always gone...
Why do things happen in the past, why do things happen in the future? Is it because we make the same mistakes over and over – is that why the future is so easy to "perdict"? Because, if I know what's in the past... will the future mirror it? Is it the same?
Our pasts and memories are the same. Until we find that missing piece, our lives go through what people call "Fate." We're all the same, so memories of yours and memories of mine are the same. They don't belong to us, instead, they're far behind us. I'd like to see your missing piece some time, Warren-san.
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Date: 2008-06-16 02:23 am (UTC)But you know what was funny, Warren-san? There was always a piece missing... No matter how many times I put it together, one was always gone...
Why do things happen in the past, why do things happen in the future? Is it because we make the same mistakes over and over – is that why the future is so easy to "perdict"? Because, if I know what's in the past... will the future mirror it? Is it the same?
Our pasts and memories are the same. Until we find that missing piece, our lives go through what people call "Fate." We're all the same, so memories of yours and memories of mine are the same. They don't belong to us, instead, they're far behind us. I'd like to see your missing piece some time, Warren-san.